I am the ivory piano key:

The promise of love

In a sound you can see,

The promise of loss

And the shatter of dreams.

The marble beneath you

Is that of the gods,

You walk on the heavens,

The floor, a facade.

You are floating and perfect,

But when you sit down,

The lull of your piano

Is the only sound.

You see,

They wanted octaves to touch

And a ripe melody.

They smirked at your notes

And they laughed at your dreams.

The chorus was dull,

The crescendos were weak,

But you did what you could

With your ivory keys.