At the Piano by James Whistler

Eighty and Eight, Pure and Straight

How stark the black and white,

wrong or right,

day or night…

So is it just the keys,

playing what she sees,

pretty as you please…

or is every single note

that someone else has wrote

a message to connote?

Lingering concert scenes,

imparting messages so serene,

black and white, so pristine…

is that all the music means?