A duet of ying and yang colors
Of intertwined lovers in step
A conductor weaving his soul
From the altar of simple pleasure

His baton like a wand of equal rhythm
His teethless smile and closed eyes
Creating melodies with hand and touch
And at the center was each paramount in tune

White and black keys melting from melody
Pouring like sweet ecstasy into their minds
All were weaving in temper merriment,
At the unbroken bond of life’s joys

The band mediating time and space
Slowing the rooms hearts and pain
Sheltering them from the real worlds black faces
To Gods children living under melody

I, an innocent onlooker from above
Peer into the hall of gentle sound
Whispering in the back of my mind
A sound of chords crashing into hollow