Piano

The piano..
has its story to tell..
And no lyrics are needed..
Every key is a word..
Every word...a ''key''

 

The piano,black and white,
never has seen grey..
only dark and bright..
joy and fright..

It's its music,
carving its name in your soul..
It's the name that makes you whole..

Try to restrain your tears when you
hear it ''cry''...

 

A dusty veil upon the piano,
and a fingerprint between..
a long line drawn curving once in a while..
the piano is never alone..

Reviews

[mi-chan]

I actually play the piano myself, and I loved how you described it.
"The piano..
has its story to tell..
And no lyrics are needed..
Every key is a word..
Every word...a ''key''
Very true and very clever ^^ Beautiful

[blob blob]

what an expressive mood in this poem-
and the last verse is very descriptive-
this is a lovely poem:)