The Place Unlocked by Keys

I'm fighting something in my arms,

It fights back just the same.

Some days it causes no alarms,

And some I feel the pain.

It sometimes takes all day to type

A simple message here,

As one hand may feel quite alright

The other just one finger.

It wouldn't be so bad, I guess,

If I had a different past time.

But playing piano is a mess

With arms wrapped in the meantime.

"I'm feeling bored, what shall I do?"

I'll wonder to the air.

"Oh, I know! I'll play a tune-

Wait, I can't". It's so unfair.

So I sit there at the bench

And wish so longingly

To ease my soul, and also quench

The urge to play keys free.

"Free of what?" said quizzically,

For you see nothing locked.

"Ahh, but why would they be keys

If a treasure was not blocked?"

A treasure not trapped by doors,

At least not wooden kind.

But hidden across far shores,

Waiting for you to find.

The soundboard is your raft

To take you 'cross the seas

And hear the music waft

Across the gentle breeze.

Sometimes the treasure's glimpsed

And excitement propels your way.

Sometimes it's just a glint

And you wait for another day.

This treasure that I've found

Is something that I love.

My body's on the ground,

My soul's in skys above.

Can you see this place I go to?

Can you taste the tempting breeze?

Can you understand my sorrows

Of when my muscles freeze?

 

This place of loving solitude

And unstopped flowing clarity

Is freed by the great Keys viewed

In front of my Black Beauty.

This place is my surrender,

My "hide away" of sorts,

Sometimes it's filled with thunder,

Sometimes it's just a fort.

A fort unlocked for laughter,

A place for you to try.

And sometimes if you'd rather,

It's there for you to cry.

There is a place for each of us

Waiting behind doors

Be it music, dance or something else,

That's what those keys are for.

For finding that special place

Where you can just be you.

To unlock the gate and let in race

The feelings of being You.

I once gave in, played anyway

Just for a moment or two...

Yet, there it was, Pain seemed to say

"I come with what you do."

This place that causes me to trance

This place that I've discovered

Is now viewed from a hard distance

Until I have recovered.

But, Oh, until that joyful day
When I can just play freely,
I'll sit and recall that special place-
The place unlocked by keys.