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.