ivory keys
seek the touch
of long-dead
fingertips

fluttering
flittering
elegant keystrokes
gracefully enchanted

bittersweet tunes
staccato lilts
incandescent harmonies
melancholy melodies

every heartbreaking keystroke
drips
with mournful,
dismal sadness

each life is a
unique song;
each has their own,
single chorus

some are a great crescendo;
some a lullaby;
some are a lonely tune;
some barely even brush the keys

each journey,
though,
has white keys of joy
and black keys of sorrow

*but
even the
black keys
make music