My Poetry

This is why I luv the freaken Piano!!!

I am the master of its voice.

I can control its inner beauty.

I can change the mind's of others,

or rebel against the flames of anger.

I can create a world of my own,

and make this wonderful instrument part of me.

I can go home waiting to press the keys,

and distinguish my emotions among right and wrong,

war or peace,

white keys or black keys.

You have no control over my music,

It is my poetry.

It is my art,

my masterpiece,

A wonder of the world.

I have a chance to master its voice,

And tell you my story,

And let you know my inner thoughts.

It is what I love,

And by hating it,

You hate me.

I am what I tell it to be.

My soul,

My music.

You could always create opinions and defy my soul,

But you can never change me as my passion could ever do.

I will accept this instrument for as long as I can.

The piano,

A love of my own.

And you can master its voice too!

You can make it your own,

You can finally show your true love or the sadness you bear.

Let you spirit be free from the cage you were born in,

Become emersed from the world of music.

And I hope that you will understand someday why I love this instrument,

And why I accepted the piano.

The piano is my passion,

My love of life,

and I'd like to share this love to you.

The piano's love that is true.