For years of staring at the void of screens
The piano sat by the corner in quite a scene
Chocking on heaps and piles of mickle dust
While I turn it away in blunt disinterest
But then a cloud of realization dawned over
I gave my dear old piano a slight make over
At first my fingers were a little stiff in lour
A little more practice maybe a few more hours
But then, it flowed in an elation of rhapsody
And spanned the piano with harmonious melody
I forgot how it all felt so intensely aromatic
How you could get lost in the sweet sweet music
I missed this
It seemed like my fingers were detached from my body and were playing on their own
