Fingers On The Keyboard, Love

I watch your fingers flit over the keys

Your black nail polish is chipped

You didn't like the piano, your mom made you play

She was lonely from music, her husband left her

You complained, threw a fit

She won, now music is part of you

I know your history, people ask if your mine

I reluctantly say no, but I dream of your heart

Your black jeans are frayed

You wear no expression

Blue clouds cover you, you aren't on earth today

Something upsets you and you throw down the keys,
BAM!
I jump

I wonder

Has the music rejected you?