Piano
There she sitsin damusk black and white
one strums the keys
and puts the silence to flight.
So soft this sound!
a pillow seems akin to lead
when compared to this gentleness
that fills my hands, heart, and head.
But yet so hard!
it thunders and roars
it is by turns angry and triumphant
as it takes flight and soars!
So simple a sound
just a hammer on a string
a child can play and does
this user-friendly thing.
and so lovely a sound
it goes beyond compare
as it sings through your soul
and dances in the air.
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