My Symphony

B minor

Sitting here late in the evening
Seventh cup of coffee
Guess i'm not gonna be sleeping
These black and white keys
Are starting to haunt me

Some how
Some way
This melodies voice
Manages to escape me
Is this a composers
Versions of writers blockade?

I look upon the note sheet
My progress is non existing
Can't believe that
My mind continues to fail me

I hear voices echoing
And soon enough my fingers
Starts to move freely
First a minor
Then a major

Why did this happen
When i fixated on the black key?

This tangent
Guides my mind to a
World of creativety
Is this where i'm meant to be?

The music of this world
Is prettier than the most emotional
Symphony
Sadder than any other
Melancolic melody

And all i see
Is that black key!
And as i press it!
What i hear!
It sends my heart a flutter
Unlike anyother

Never felt this warm
Never felt this cold
Never been this sad
Never been this happy before!

It's reminiscent of
A place i never been before
Of a lover i never meet
Of a story i never read

And it's created soly
By this black key

I keep but playing
I see a house
In the house i see a mother
And a son
But there is no father

I stand and observe
The child grows
Right infront of my eyes
He plays the piano
Just like me

Every night he plays the same song
A song of a mother and a son
The mother smiles and listens
And even when she dies
The son isn't quitting

He burries his mother
She is burried beside his father
And the son plays piano
For no one anylonger

I soon press the black key again
And the story it self progress
The son is now an adult
He's got a wife
And the most beautiful of daugthers

The daugther plays the violin so wonderfully
And her father struggles to play the piano
For his daugther
And his dying lover

I soon return
Return to my reality
And there upon the former white sheet
The song i was composing
Is missing it's final cord

But i know it isn't
A major one
Atlast it will be
B minor