Winter Solstice Poem by Adora Williams

Life is thriving over death
The black keys tried to take over on the scale of B major
The number three is such arcane and delight
Nothing starts before it, it's a mere rehearsal

The more the darkness tries, the lighter the sound becomes

It's true, it takes two pairs of pillars to sustain a home
But it's taken me a heart, a muse and the words
To keep up with a legacy

Perhaps counting the keys
In eight notes was the way of making to convey that we need more,
The B major will rise and fall in accidents
It will give us life anew

In the never-ending way to perfection, we'll stumble and dodge the sound
That was striving to be dressed to the nines in the dusk of the 369th day

And the two last steps we've never got to meet
Were spread in five bumps, distracting us from listening to the sound we've once dodged
A reflection of what it was, dissonance

As a kind can only talk to their parity