Silent keys waiting to sing,
A canvas for fingers-new stories to bring.
Notes dance and hum in melodic hue,
Echoes of emotions both old and new.
In twilight’s hush, where shadows play,
Piano’s voice whispers secrets of the day.
A symphony of heartbeats, rhythm so true,
A language of joy in every note anew.
With every touch, a memory is made,
A harmony of joy, a melancholy shade.
The piano’s song, a reflection of soul,
A universal language that makes us whole.
In the silence, still the music stays,
A lingering echo of moments that sway.
The piano’s magic — a timeless spell,
A melody that echoes forever to dwell.
By Spruha Deshpande
Jeevan Vikas Junior College, Umred