Playing The Piano

The piano's keys made a noise.
That sounded like a lullaby,a voice.
As the hand went through the piano.

And it played their own song.
The melody was serene.
Peaceful,and very long.

Everyone clapped as they began to play.
Everybody listened and began to sway.
May I play with you,if I may?

Or hear your song someday?
Figures began to dance in your mind.
Your stress disappear as you unwind.

And the music became images,illusions.
Real,or in your head.
They become stories,that people will tell when you are dead.

And so the figures dance around your mind like a memory.
That you had not too long ago.
The melody soothened your ears.

And chased away your fears.
The figures in your mind began to sway.
Maybe it took place in a time far away.

The ballroom had an elegant array.
There was no sadness or dismay.
And so the piano continued to play.

And the melody made you begin to sway.
Maybe alone,or with a partner.
Play their favorite song.

All alone,or with a loved one.
Because the piano planned it all along.
The figures in your mind had fancy attire.

They were real - not fictional or connected by a wire.
The piano was trustful,and not a liar.
And the melody was like a fierce fighter.

Maybe if we combine it with rain.
It erases all the pain.
And the sound will have a lot of fame.

Even if you aren't a saint.
You can still be covered in paint.
Because the melody cleanses your soul.

So there is no negativity or ghoul.
If you listen,you won't feel foul.
It's like an elegant dance.

Or romance with a chance.
Maybe exchanging a glance.
The piano keys are your friends.

They soothe and make amends.
So listen and dance around.
With your partner,all around.

You don't even need to make a sound.
Because piano isn't loud.
If you sway,I'll be proud.

Standing out in a crowd.
The piano envelopes you in a hug.
Sweet like candy,not a bug.

If you just give it a chance.
You'll fall into musical romance.