These Black and White Keys

As my fingers move over
these black and white keys,
the notes fill my senses,
and my sorrow flees.

As my finger tips touch
these rough steel strings,
I feel light as a feather,
if only I'd had wings.

As these lyrics fill
my tear flooded head,
I can change my mind,
say "I don't want to be dead."

As my voice breaks the silence,
singing a lullaby sweet and pure,
I realize,
Music is my only cure.

One press of a key,
one pluck of a string,
helps to heal,
my pain tainted wings.

One single song,
means so much more to me than to you.
It's just something to enjoy,
But for me it keeps my cloudy sky blue.

It's my barrier against,
blood, scars and salty tears.
It washes away,
my most dreaded of fears.

It keeps me breathing,
makes me open eyes.
It's the only thing fighting,
to keep me alive.