It’s funny what triggers poetry in my mind. I was listening to piano instrumental music and allowed my mind to free itself of the “stress” it felt at that time. Then, my mind began to wander to you. If this poem somehow touches you, then yes, I was thinking about you.
I hope you enjoy it.
Ebony and Ivory
What’s it about
Ebony and Ivory
So majestical together
Fingers lightly stroking
Pulling me into their song
In the rhythm of their tone
I become lost, yet again
Drifting to you, my music
The notes you played
Lasting within my heart
Resonating along my nerves
Like well tuned strings
Holding on to hope
To hear it played
Over and over
Your fingers
On me
–30–
Phillip
@the_traveling_poet
The Every Man 