Piano/Drums.... a collaboration

Piano by Mocha Dee

Once in the past, a teacher asked
"If you was an instrument what would you be?"
"Piano," I said, "is what I'd be."
To this day, there's something about a piano that is so intriguing
Racism and segregation doesn't exist
Because these black and white keys play as one
I would love to be a piano cuz out of all other pianos
I would be the flirtacious one
I would be that MUST HAVE piano
Because my keys can fit a man's fingers perfectly
My music is sweet, no need for tune ups...just perfect harmony
Other pianos would be jealous cuz they collect dust, but I stay clean and shine
Just me and my musician playing a song caught in a moment of time

You see, drums are too rough, and strings are too soft
But keys are perfect to me
I could make a sound that could touch a soul...anticipating ecstacy
High notes are what my musician loves to hear
So I must oblige faithfully
He could have any piano in the world, but he knows the best is me
See, I just don't play for any ol' body...especially no female
I'm that one and only antique for that one special male
His beat goes to my melody...
My melody to his rhythm...
With every stroke of my keys...
DOE DOE DOE...RE RE RE...MI MI MI MI

When I spoke this to my teacher
You should've saw the face I seen
Cuz deep down inside and in his mind...HE wanted to play MY keys
His hands on my BLACK and my black on top of his WHITE
Was the only PIANO he dreamed
He came to me close and spoke in a low voice
And said, "Meet me after class."
At that moment, I wasn't a flirt...I was a piano made of glass
As he closed the door behind the rest
My heart raced out my chest
He said, "I never knew you felt this way. Really, I'm impressed."
I started to unbutton my blouse to give him a little tease
Hey, you have to remember, my mind was fragile...I was young and naive

I was PLEXY...I was STRONG...I could handle this kind of song
But once the music began and my keys touched his hands...I knew it was wrong
Suddenly, I began to crack because he wasn't the musician I wanted
He would have NEVER chose my piano if I didn't flaunt it
Seconds passed...FA
Minutes passed...SO
LA and TI never happend
I had to bring it back to DOE DOE DOE DOE
He looked at me puzzled and said, "Are you gonna let me tap your keys or not?!"

STAY TUNED...cuz what happens next...THICKENS THE PLOT

Drums by Lovely

Tap my keys no… but beat my drums yes,

See we’ve been discussing the wrong percussion stress,

He was quick and fast, nothing like a piano stroke…

More like the beating sound of the dark jungles.

Though I loved the Piano and the noises it evoked,

The beat of the drum always had me stoked!

He wanted to tame my beauty and captivate my beast,

So I decided I’d let him determine the tunes to this beat!

He started off slow, methodic, smooth,

As he ran his hand across my membranous tools.

Along the drumskin he slid his finger,

then he skidded along being oh so tender!

Causing my drums to make noise and delight with glee,  

As I listened to our beautiful harmony!

Nothing like the schoolboys

Not some fake spin off or decoy,

This man right here was the real McCoy.

Gliding his hands across my skin,

The yearning really starting to begin!

I was reacting in the most unnatural way

I began making sounds that didn’t urge me to sway…..

…from the task at hand, especially this movement,

This was a language that I was not quite fluent in…  

I was used to pretty sounds and gentle touches,

All I could feel were the strong beat of his thumping.

The strokes were soft and deep, then came the beating, the stomp, the heat!

The feelings that I felt I just couldn’t believe!

Beating me into submission, causing me to roar,

Creating ripples that shook me to my core…..

Most of the time, I am untuned,

It’s not very easy to make me croon….

To the beat of a song,

Usually you have to hang on,

Till you hear the tiny whispers and you struggle to hang on….

But the tension of his drum head against my shell,

It took everything in me not to scream and yell!

He placed the hoop around the drum head and shell,

Merging our senses, our feelings, and our smell!

Increasing the tension, how could I forget to mention,

Caused an undeniable growl to emit from my kitten.

The amplitude reduced and the frequency increased,

Making my pitch higher, but causing my volume to decrease…..

To a low guttural sound,

More like a growl,

The animal like intensity starting to come out!

Making noises causing women’s eyes to become green with envy

I’ve never been a selfish lover, so I let them watch, why be stingy?

The beat steady moving, our hearts not skipping a beat,

Damn had I known drums would be this good, I never would have got all “Piany”

Piano, I mean, but I can’t proceed, because the sound of his drums against mine is causing agony….

filled pleasure and remorse,

something as blissful as marriage and as painful as divorce…

Damn where’s the source? Of this eternal chord’s voice…. Because before I knew it, we were on a different course.

Again, I was lost but willing to learn, what else could this musician cause inside me to stir?

He smiled at me and I was quickly able to discern, what he had next wasn’t to be deterred.

Strings! How could it be? He found some more notes that were hiding inside of me…  

Stay tuned, because if you remember, these types of instruments only get better!