The Piano

Breathing but still, as fingers play

The melody lives, as the piano lay.

Sprung the tunes from lifeless keys

Nourished the air with fresh resonance.

The words said and deeds done

Floats in air and yet unseen.

A rhythm in black and white

Percepts in them, the power of alternate.

Grieve and grin, fame and fault,

Darkness of night, streak of light.

All it takes to the judgement day

Is the good and evil, in roles you play

There's more of truth in the human thing

Thousands perished and few unsung.

A messenger of life, you may say

Looking at the world in a musical way!!