The Piano And The Violin Poem by Roy Whitman

The Piano And The Violin



Black keys, white keys.
Straight in a row.
Whimsical tunes
Do come and go.
Silence now, not a sound.
Boys and girls dance around. Four strings, a bow.
Rounded curves and a scroll.
Playful concertos
Do crash and roll.
Silence now, not a sound.
Boys and girls dance around.

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Roy Whitman

Roy Whitman

Scranton, PA, USA
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