Many think the white keys
Are the only singers
Full of passion
Full of pain
Yet
There
Shoved to the side
Do you see them?
The black keys
Alone
Unused.
Yet they can
make music too.
They can twist the emotions
of others.
While hiding their own
They play a different tone
A different game
After all, no pain
No gain.
And so,
As another pianist
Settles herself onto the bench
And begins to roll
Years of pain
Into a few futile notes
Please,
Do not scorn her
for her the use of the
Smaller, stranger
Black keys.