On wings of black and white,

My fingers fly to free my sorrows,

Healing notes caress the heart

From hurts of all tomorrows,

Fears of friends, today, my best,

The future ,though, may see

A friend, no more beside,

Instead, a bitter enemy.

My fingers dance across the keys,

Riding dark arpeggios,

And midst the minor chords,

My sadness ebbs, and then it goes,

And where  my sorrows flee,

That knowledge sadly I do lack,

I imagine though they fly away

On wings of white and black.

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