Between the lines of heartly notes,
Between the key strokes short and tight,
My alter ego lives and knows
Her truth beyond the dark and light,
Where I’m no slut neither a wife,
Nor am I smart neither I’m stupid,
Not mean, not just, not for a bit,
But simply grateful in this life
For being righteous in my guilt
And being guilty in my right,
As my arpeggios pour their gilt
Down octaves’ keys (some black, some white).
