Piano

Her black, silky hair.

Her ivory teeth.

I become inspired when I play on her keys.

And I like to think that my piano is inspired by me.

When I feel I can't write,

I get up at night and I tickle her ivory keys.

And then, in the dead of the night, she laughs so beautifully.

I do not want to end this song, for fear of this moment being gone.

So I play and I play, into the morning and on!