One place, from just one place,
resounds these sounds, unbound for all around.
The feathery sound of the heavens can not escape,
as it’s notes crescendo to its highest peak.
No nor the deepest depths of despair its range,
as notes played so dreary, it escapes all theory.
Painted plains and the rolling hills,
mountains and the watery deep,
no love story, no loss too great,
for this wonderful instruments array, to portray.
A walk through a forest,
running through fields,
even outer space is touched with it’s grace.
Yes for every moment this masterpiece,
designed by magicians,
has just the right beat.
Although immobile it’s not ignoble,
yes the piano quite contrary, is not stationary.