I'm frustrated.

I'm happy. 

I'm sad.

88 black and white keys wait for me.

Do re mi fa sol la ti do!

My fingers fly,

Racing up and down the scale!

Concentrate.

I open Beethoven, my favorite.

Dense black dots and lines entangle my mind.

I SLAM down the keys,

FORTE

Emotions running wild.

Then a sweet melody interrups

And gently lifts my fingers,

Piano

Pulling me down to contentment.

Whole again, 

I stand up, click off the light, and cover the keys with care.