Hours spent creating beauty

Sending music off into the air

Like so many prayers

Drifting away on perfumed smoke

But now the keys are challenge

As fingers struggle over their silky surface

The melodies sink heavy

That former lightness just a relic of another time

Harmonies crash like cymbals

As every chord becomes effort

The music sets me on a chase

And I must follow if I want to create that song

When my heart is full

And my mind is clear

Though the pain in my body

Sets me to stumbling

What was once effortless

Now a trial

The keys wait

For desire to outweigh all others

And music to find the air

Once more – Caroline A. Slee

The Keys

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