lolpoem.

I'm rather bored, So I'm going to write a poem. Right here and now.

Ivory

The flash of fingers,

The hum of wire,

Dextrous hands fly

Over time stained keys.

Faces turned stone

At the sound of emotion

Materialized.

The laquered oak,

The golden pedals,

Material covered hammers

Striking in sequence.

Apartheid apperent

On your outward face.

Yet the whites and blacks

Will work in unison

To astound thousands.

Notes and rhythms join

To express thoughts

Intangible.