Fingers dance
In the room where shadows softly play,
A piano rests, awaiting the day.
Its ebony and ivory keys invite,
A sonorous journey through the night.
Fingers dance upon the polished wood,
Unveiling tales of both ill and good.
A melody weaves through silent air,
A timeless echo, beyond compare.
Majestic instrument, grand and wise,
Each note a bridge to the soul’s highs.
In the cadence, a world unfurls,
A symphony of joy, for all the world.
So let the piano serenade,
In its embrace, emotions laid.
A poet in keys, a maestro’s art,
A solace for the longing heart.