An object that describes me . . .

I am a beautiful piano,

Full of possibilities and music

Just waiting to show the world what I can do.

I am waiting for some inspiration

So that I can bring smiles to faces

Through the happiness I can bring forth.

I may sometimes be forgotten,

Left for the dust that can fall on me

When no one is around to play,

But I may also be well polished

When people help me play new songs.

Then I can fill the world

With music, joy, and new creations.

I am also sometimes left alone

To bear the silence of the still air around me

But it is in my nature not to mind.

I hide inside my twisted thoughts

Behind my strings and outward keys.

Not many can upon me up

Or see the truest me.