A Piano's Life

I sit in awe from the near sight of you, stunned to know that your world has been barely explored. Bursting with anticipation, heart racing, I force myself to relax before placing my fingertips lightly upon you contrasting pattern of ebony and ivory. Unique in form From the intricate carvings you possess to the spheres your claw feet hold. The dust collects on the surfaces ignored- only makes your beauty unlike the rest. New brothers and sisters shine with refinement While you, have seen the world in an old sense. A culture lost, it seems in time. Where few remember the days that because of you, the ice was broken on a first date; a daughter had her dance with her father; Or when history was made by the remarkable people who played you. "Those were the glory days!", they all exclaimed but your days of fame will never end. Time goes by a replacement comes: A virgin relative. Hope grabs hold and takes you to a new set of ears, eyes, and hands. They respect your past, and are honored to have you for their future. You know not of what is next, no one does but fate alone. But as I sit here listening to every story for every scruff or scratch. I know that I am no longer a lost child with a piano: I have been found- Grasping a portal to a world within myself. Where the mind is set at ease, The soul is full, and the Heart- Sings out for the heavens to hear.