In a room bathed in moonlight’s gentle glow,
The piano stands, a sentinel of time,
Its keys whisper tales of joy and woe,
A symphony of emotions, pure and sublime.

Fingers dance upon its ivory teeth,
Each note a drop of rain on a silent night,
Creating melodies that lie beneath,
The surface of life, hidden from sight.

Echoes of dreams long forgotten,
Reverberate within its wooden frame,
A journey through memories, unbegotten,
Each chord a whisper, never the same.

The piano sings of love and despair,
A timeless tale of the human heart,
In every sound, a story to share,
Binding souls, though oceans apart.