The Keys

The keys,

 

Black and white are on the same level. The monster with 88 teeths is giving us the divines’ chant.

Sometimes he cries the tourments of the souls, others he has the blues.

 

When he is asked, he drop all artifice and stay classical. All day he vibrate to a matched level with our heart.

 

He defines us as much as we define him. Either alone or accompagned suit him.

 

Infinite power at the tip of fingers, he can modulate emotions according to the music’s will.

When the darkness’ veil is over our minds, he repels it.