black and white ivory

I came across this poem that I wrote a while ago. This is exactly what I want to say at this moment. Enjoy.

Rain drops
splashes on they keys,
of slippery and wet
black and white ivory.

Candles are no more,
the light is gone,
and all I see
is the beautiful song

from a piano in my head.
Music drowns my dreams
like water on the keys
and the notes practically scream.

I can't see a thing,
but the notes, I can feel.
It seems so beautiful,
is this for real?

Then the teardrops of rain
continue to fall on my hands,
but I continue with all my might,
with all I can.

All I can see are the sounds
the piano plays;
only for a minute,
seems like days.

My foot pounds the ground
and the impulses move.
The sounds heal
and they seem to soothe

What I am feeling,
inside.
My heart flies
beside

the keys;
and I can't help but smile,
so I continue to play my song.
From such a long while,

I feel like I can fly,
just sitting here,
with a the candle light vanquished,
but my piano near.

I pour my heart out,
and tell a story
about me, but I give
the piano all the glory.

The music is no longer,
like it would be on a score.
Instead, it becomes alive;
it flies away and the pages are torn.

The life that it once knew
is now in the past,
and the feeling that is there
begines to last.

The feelings that I have
spill out on the floor.
I crave it so much.
I want more.

I let go of the keys;
the piano takes my hands,
and a beautiful song
i sconceived from where they land.

I feel like I can do anything,
with teh piano and me,
and then I only truly
begin to see me.

My face reappears,
one more time and day,
on the reflection of back and white ivory.
And then the music fades away.