Two Piano stand together
So close in distance,
So far in pitch.
One high, one low,
One black, one white.
Two opposite instruments,
Two opposite beings.
When young,
These were pitch perfect
And were played together beautifully
Though played constantly through time,
Separated them.
Unable to tune themselves,
They hope for the day,
When the Piano Tuner
Unites them again.
(I wrote this many many days ago, yet I just decided today to post it.)
(I feel like leaving this world)
