In the room where shadows softly play, A piano rests, awaiting the day. Its ebony and ivory keys invite, A sonorous journey through the night.
Fingers dance upon the polished wood, Unveiling tales of both ill and good. A melody weaves through silent air, A timeless echo, beyond compare.
Majestic instrument, grand and wise, Each note a bridge to the soul's highs. In the cadence, a world unfurls, A symphony of joy, for all the world.
So let the piano serenade, In its embrace, emotions laid. A poet in keys, a maestro's art, A solace for the longing heart.
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