Ebony and Ivory

As I walk towards the faded black
years old memories
come flooding back...
The music, ebony, and ivory.

I remember parts of this
sitting down so carefully
ensuring not a single miss
as I played on ebony and ivory.

I place my hands
tentatively
Oh, make sure that this not lands
I pray to ebony and ivory.

I begin to play
forgetting these past memories
not the troubles of the current day
Only of the music, ebony and ivory.

~Vishaka Muhunthan - January 30, 2008