In shadows cast by moonlight’s tender glow,
The piano’s keys sing tales of joy and woe.
Each note a whisper, soft and bittersweet,
A symphony where heart and soul both meet.

Beneath the hands that gracefully caress,
Melodies emerge, emotions coalesce.
The timbre of the chords both sharp and pure,
Unveils a world where dreams and love endure.

The echoes linger in the silent room,
A haunting presence in the velvet gloom.
The instrument, a vessel of the past,
Where memories and music intertwine and last.

Oh piano, with your voice so deep and grand,
You tell of stories written in the sand.
Your melancholic whispers touch the heart,
In every note, a masterpiece of art.