Keys
Said Black to White, “It just isn’t fair,
You get all the attention, it’s time that you share.
I know that you’re beautiful, but I can be too.
Even though there’s less of me than you.”
Said Black to White, “You keep playing those ties,
I can hold them long too, despite my short size.
I know that you’re brighter, and I’m rather dull.
But when you’re with me, the music feels full.”
Said Black to White, “You’re stuck in the middle,
Like the fourth string on a 7 string fiddle.
I’m sharp as a knife and flat as stone.
One or the other, no in-between zone.”
Said Black to White, “They prefer you,
With your clear pretty notes, and melodies too.
Mine sound like mistakes, I’m called “accidental”
I’m abrupt and bold, breaking through gentle.”
Said White to Black, “Now see here you fellow,
I know that your music makes mine sound quite mellow.
But without you with me, there’s no chance of song.
White, and Black, together belong.”
Said White to Black, “You may be a collection of much smaller size
But your impact is greater, sending mine to demise.
Me without you is like clouds without rain.
Like ground without grass, or cuts without pain.”
Said White to Black, “Don’t feel less essential,
You’re part is important, live up to potential.
I may look so beautiful, so high and so clear
But you, you are too, and I need you here.”