Piano strings - Poem

 Like a piano piece shrills,

My hands have gone through those.

Very light strokes and chords,

Progressed through my chores.

When I can't get the answer,

Silence answered.

Maybe she liked silence,

Silence of my heart.

The way she saw,

The way she talked,

All I hear the piano pieces,

Shrilling in mind.

When the black keys are played,

White feels left out.

But the white doesn't know-

Like me, playing all of its music.