Expectations to Succeed...

Pianista

It has been so long

since you touched my fingers.

I ran from your keys

Day and night,

I never saw the world

in your black and white

My family piece, passed on

to my home,

brings back memories

of a metronome.

You kept me on beat,

You kept me off the street,

yet, off the playgrounds too.

Oh, the times I’d cheat,

To keep from playing you.

I hated you,

my parents dreams in you.

Your keys sound, vibrate chords

Vibrate the air, raise my hair.

My parents’ dreams in me,

Dreams for me to be

Their musical child

It has been too long

since you touched my fingers.

I could run to your keys

Day and night,

But I still know

I’ll never see the world

in your black and white