Piano keys?

Idk just writing while listening to classical music, finally managed to get something out of my head and into the world so I'ma actually post it before I lose it

My world is piano keys,

black and white the stretch foreve

Never ending sounds reverberate about me

From gentle strums, to cascading booms

The keys flutter and press in undulating patterns

Never quite how I expect or the sound I want to hear

They float larger than life a sounds sharper than the knife that carved them

The notes are belting out loud so loud my whole life shakes from their bass

It's a wonder you see these keys of mine, they sound and they shake, and write melodies just for me

But it seems to be the end of these glossy white piano keys,

It's fate you see, to change instruments, to be, a new life agreed.