Piano

I fill the house with music,
with happiness and such,
as my fingers play in harmony,
and with a very classical touch.

I play treble and bass clef,
and different root chords, too,
then a rainbow of music enters the room,
or even a musical zoo.

It’s as sweet as a nightingale’s call,
Or sad as the thylacine’s lonely moans,
Because when you add feeling to it,
It can take so many tones.

The large wooden body
With 2 broken pedals,
Some keys don’t work,
She sure wouldn’t win any medals.

The ancient storyteller
Can bring a tear to the eye,
make you feel as heavy as heartbreak,
or as if you could fly.

She’s started to gather dust,
It sure is getting old,
Because she’s been around for a while,
Believe me, I’ve been told.

The old girl may be aged,
But she can really put on a show,
She shines like a star,
As many others know.

I play a concert for my family,
With their joy, they begin to cry,
Because they couldn’t believe that all of that
Was just the piano and I.