My Piano
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.
