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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