Ode to My Piano

January 14, 2012
My fingers glide
Across your porcelain keys;
You create the most beautiful
Of symphonies.

My foot, gently pressed
Against your brass pedals;
Your music,
Resounding throughout the halls.

Felt-covered hammers
Pound against steel strings,
And that particular note, for that instant,

The audience is in awe
Of your wondrous sound,
As you and I
Create a beauty most profound.

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