You are the white and black keys
surrounded by a life of music
Your wooden exterior, felted pads, and foot pedals
standing stable and upright –
There is always a silent invitation at your bench
some say your voice makes them live
It is with their gentle touch stroking your keys
that makes them love your music
different volumes, sounds, tones-
feelings and expression without words
This comes from the spirit of your lovers
Sometimes, you are silent and still
the composer away from you keys
in their mind – humming and singing
your sounds are imagined
Music that fits any mood and any season
flows like a stream from the rain
left by the night
You sing and dance in early hours and the darkness of night
your keys send a tumbling breeze out a cracked window
Generations have loved your voice
young ones fall in love
you are defined but allow newness…
and again, your sound is rediscovered
You will live on beyond this life…
timeless