The Best Gift

Black like a crow, White like snow, A sound that I have come to know. Hands on the keys, Playing with ease, Not many know it's my expertise. Tells me stories Each time I play A new emotion every day. It whispers to me, Yet it yells loudly, It feels like it was meant to be. With every command, It understands. A feeling that tingles inside my hands. With every note, The sound just floats. This is the reason I love it the most. A never-ending story That can go wherever, The music just keeps on going forever. Like cloud-like classical Or rock and roll, It is a volume dial out of control. Whether ecstatic, not bad, Or raging mad, My piano is the best gift I've ever had.