Sweet Music

I confess! I know how to play the piano.

My ears desiring, when my fingers touch white & black keys.

Together — making a savory soul dance.

My keyboard has no segregation.

White shimmering theater lights moisturize my poetry.

I could still play the piano in my white & black tap shoes

Do my feet no longer make the same sentimental beat, because the shoes are full of dirt?

I only tap danced near liquor stores, but you only saw me banging drums

BANG BANG! Loud gun--

Drummers marched.

Robin Hood sang within the shadows. Could he not save the world?

Soft keys were misconstrued white keys on top,

black keys on the bottom.

But those lullabies don't put me to sleep.

So I play my piano.

A felony to the seduction of making ballerinas dance to the little drummer boy

Pour my chords into wine glasses you'd taste

sweet confidentiality.

Even if the glass didn't fit your hand.

I confess to making sweet music!