we (on a field of white and black)


black and white field

Hands upon the keys
Of white and black
Right hand glides
Left bounces in rhythm
Then their shadows cross
Swiftly they change planes
Arms then overlap
Then unwrap
Two dancers making music
On a field of white and black
But long before
The pair had rhyme
Was one hand playing
A soliloquy
A raw melody
Sung in the absence
Of just one
Then comes along
A different way
To play a song
No longer I but we
We make these piercing
Notes to intertwine
The clanking keys
To be a symphony
We scale the distance
Like strength built on each other’s
Chorded together
Impenetrable
No longer one but two
Two shadows crossed and lingered
Arms that overlapped, but not unwrap
On a field of white and black

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