The piano is the queen of instruments,
Black and white keys in one accord.
Together they make sweet melodies,
Beauty found in their triumphant chords.
When played in harmony in a song,
Sharps and flats and naturals coalesce.
The resultant lovely sounds thrill me.
I find myself overjoyed and impressed.
The music swells in great crescendo.
It takes great restraint to stay seated.
At last the music comes to a climax,
And the joy of it is just what I needed.
Written for OctPoWriMo 2019 Challenge of 31 poems in 31 days. Day Twelve prompt is Black.
Help from Heaven 
Very nice! As a fellow lover of piano music and poetry, I particularly appreciate this.
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