The Enchanted Piano

My piano's thoughts are at my fingertips;
My piano knows exactly what I feel;

My piano offers kind melodic tips;

My piano and I, we've got something real.

I play it when I'm happy or when I'm sad;

I play it when I'm vulnerable or armor-clad.

I play it and I hear a wide ocean roar;

I play it and I let my wild spirit soar.

It was fashioned in a realm of wondrous harmony;

It's a magical, musical, winged entity.

Somewhere over the clouds

Or on an uncharted beach,

Rest assured, my piano waits for me.

Far from the madding crowd,

Seemingly out of reach,

My piano's moonlit silhouette I see.

My piano is an old familiar friend;

My piano doesn't mind it when I'm mad;

My piano doesn't fret or condescend;

My piano gets my personalidad.

I play it when I'm wired; I play it when I'm tired;

I play it when I wake up uninspired.

I play it and it heightens my point of view;

I play it and the world becomes brand new.

It was fashioned in a realm of wondrous harmony;

It's a magical, musical, winged entity.

Somewhere over the clouds

Or on an uncharted beach,

Rest assured, my piano waits for me.

Far from the madding crowd,

Seemingly out of reach,

My piano's moonlit silhouette I see.

© 2024 David Acosta