My Piano

A smooth shined body and coloured like wine,
Given to me at the age of seven,
I received it like it was from heaven,
My piano with its details so fine,
It has been with me for such a long time,
It‘s more than a talismanic object
It’s what makes my happiness so perfect,
When my fingers play its high notes they chime,
The sounds are so beautiful but basic,
All the sounds that it makes will never end;
like ice cream that will never ever melt.
I tell it a secret through my music
and my piano is such a good friend
that it never will tell anyone else.