Grand piano

White and black keys,

Smooth and curved around the edges,

Sharp and blunt when required.

A grand piano.

He plays me well, you see.

So soft and delicately.

Rhythmical and full of emotions.

Sensational and sad at times.

Powerful half way through his piece.

The deaf would be cured if they heard.

He’s avoiding the final note

And he repeats the chorus again.

I am full of life within his hands.

And he reaches the last part

And I dread his fingers leaving mine.

Now he stands to give a bow,

But finishes with a kiss on my fall.