THE PIANO

Some be'ath white, others black,
With it's curved legs so shapely and strong.

With a large sturdy frame,
And it's wood so smooth and shiny, that moonbeams dance off it's top.

As the hammers strike out a tune,
The strings gently guide them.

Pedal's beneath your feet,
Tread lightly on them.

From its belly, arises such a sound,
That Angel's pause.