Sonic Frenzy

When my hands touch the whiteness
or the blackness upon
these slithering keys who taunt me again
I become another thing, no longer matter or man,
a single emotion comprises my being.

Whether triumphant joy
in a flurry of tone,
or a deep dark melancholy,
when I feel alone,
a crimson anger, with burning hands,
a zealous lust, devouring sands,
a quiet reverence, a gentle timid,
an arrogant pride, or contempt insipid.

Diabolic, salvaggio, vivace, con brio,
con amore, grazioso, grave, tranquillo

My senses give way to the rage within me
as I join the danza, this sonic frenzy.