muse of light.
pressing down with all my might
the keys of my sorrow
the sharps of my fight
my dreams of tomorrow
and the flats of tonight.
your roar is loud enough to conquer my doubt, soft enough to put me to sleep,
tender enough to soften my tears, true enough to reach way down deep.
sometimes i play you when the world shuts its lights away
when all i feel is the dull, cold gray.
and sometimes i play you when my life feels wrong,
when i’ve lost hold of what i knew all along.
but mostly, i play you when my heart has reached its bitter bounds,
when i’m in need of your soothing sound.
when i play you, you shed your black and white coat
and you light the colours inside you afloat.
i resent you so much when i am forced to play
you make my day.