Poem.
The piano is music’s remote control
The grandest instrument of them all
Can change pitch with a single tap
With many strikes, a new harmony is born
I find, one day, a piano
Standing by itself in a dark, deserted room
Upon examination, it seems interesting,
I’ve heard of its beautiful music before
I try to play, my favourite pieces
But a hidden force prevents me from
Hour after hour I keep on trying
But I realize it cannot be done
Day by day, I work on my skill
Learn to play new notes
And build on my form
Until finally one day
The mighty mountain is crushed
I play anything I want
The fluidity of the notes like a river
And the flow of the harmony
The trills of birdcalls
The heavy chords of thunder
The waves of the river
And the fast ascending scales of lightning
All unite into a beautiful artwork of sound
After countless years there are now
No barriers, no walls
Nothing stands in my way
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