Black keys upon white.
Soothing Waltz or rough staccato.
Through my heart, illuminating my light.
Each piece singing to me their motto.
No matter what day or which heartbreak,
My piano plays for me more than any other lover.
No, this piano is neither mean nor fake -
It's where i take refuge for my heart to cover.
Each note stricken to form perfect melody,
Where i pour every ounce of emotion -
Happiness, anger, love, hate, or random artist's parody.
Everytime i become greater without demotion.
My soul brighter and my heart softer.
Perfect song take me away from place and time;
I will play eternally as my Lord's Daughter,
Until i come back down to hear Reality's Chime,
As the not so perfect norm as i safetly left it
To enjoy love, life and heartbreak as Our Lord sees fit.
Conchita Mauer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-piano-3/
