Lost in the gray

Before me

Are the keys laid out

White and black

Like a world

With no moral questions

No gradient

 

Curiosity

Grips me with this task

I’m compelled

By a note

Hidden in this pattern

Of melody

 

Is it me?

The drive behind it

My feeling

To bring forth

What lies out there

Already

 

Inside me

An urge to arrange

Vibration

That’s in such need of

Discovery