A natural at this music business, I follow
note-clarity programmed into me by
years of aging wood and strings stretched
to the correct level of tautness
to avoid the breaking point.

If not so soundly set in its ways
my keyboard might venture
to dance wildly to a tune or two
and harmonize with the instruments
that serenade the world that surrounds.

With a hairline cleft in my soundboard
that might crack to the touch, if not gentle,
I fear a cacophony of sound that could
erupt when gravity sets me into motion
as fingers press down, strike my sharps.

Yet, my heart races allegro with each
key compression, as notes, my notes
blend magically one with the other.
Stringing its sweet melody that
does not, with harshness, sting
but rather brings true joy

making music out of life
making life out of music.