My Piano (Poem)

When I get down

Or when I get mad;

There’s always something

To make me feel glad.

For me, it’s music

The classical kind

The ones with the piano

Playing lively and high.

When I play the piano

I play it with pride

Like being the brightest star

In the night sky.

I shine so bright

All my worries wash away

“Makes me appreciate the moment,”

That’s what I always say.

I play and play

A musical tune;

I play so fast

I have already surpassed the moon.

I remember the times

I first began;

Now I have been playing

Ever since then.

The keys make

A beautiful sound

As my fingers

Move around.

I push down the pedal

Making the notes ring

The sound so clear and grand

As if many people sing.

Then, I finish it off

With a epic boom;

I hold down the notes

For a moment or two.

I get up with a sigh

Ending my little song.

I smile, looking back at the piano;

My piano — sitting perfectly where it belongs.