Keys of ivory, black and white,
Notes that soar, dance, take flight,
A piano sits, in silence profound,
A lonely soul, with stories abound.
Its keys once touched by master's hand,
Creating melodies, a wonderland,
But now it's quiet, gathering dust,
Waiting for someone to earn its trust.
Persistence shines in a player's heart,
Fingers gliding, a rhythmic art,
Hours of practice, dedication true,
Unlocking the magic it once knew.
Alone it stands, in the dimly lit room,
A beacon of hope, in the midst of gloom,
Its strings vibrate, a lonesome plea,
Longing for someone's company.
But the pianist, with each resolute note,
Finds solace, a refuge, a musical boat,
In the depths of loneliness, it finds a friend,
A companion, on which it can depend.
With each melody, the piano speaks,
Echoing emotions, both strong and meek,
It tells a tale of passion and pain,
Through music's language, a heartfelt refrain.
And so, with persistence, the piano sings,
A symphony of resilience, the joy it brings,
A reminder that in solitude's embrace,
There's beauty, strength, and grace.
So let the keys be struck with might,
A piano's voice, a guiding light,
In persistence, it finds its way,
Loneliness fades, as music holds sway.
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