Keys

• Joshua Chin, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

The ebony and ivory are close
Together on my pliant piano.
The faithful eighty-eight which matters most,
Extreme complexion only I would know.

I press a key and slowly let it ring,
The gentle waves of sound cascading me
While I embrace the seat below, I swing
To the jazz beat: a one, a two, a three-

Four! George Gershwin’s syncopa comes to mind
Alongside the melodic Debussy
As well as many others of that kind.
The tunes inside my head rather messy.

But I got rhythm, I got music and
My grand piano, who could ask for more?