The Piano It was a cool summer evening, when me and a friend were taking a walk Whenever we were together, all we ever seemed to do was talk Hours and hours, paying no attention to the clock However, I let her talk the most, because I had the personality of a rock It was getting late, and the sky was turning indigo And I told her, “Home is where I’d like to go.†Then she asked me, “Do you believe in miracles?†I said no And all of a sudden, there it was, a piano She asked me if it was okay for her to play I said sure I don’t mind, play away She didn’t hesitate, she didn’t delay It almost seemed to her, like Christmas Day She then started to play a Beethoven piece And for once, it seemed as though the world was at peace As the song continued, her volume and passion began to increase Yet, I wondered why the piano was but a centerpiece I had come to the conclusion that the piano was a gift from above For it does not judge who plays it, not even a dove For it is immovable, impossible to get rid of Then I realized, the piano, was love After she was done, she started to play my favorite song, Blue Moon Then out of nowhere, people came up to us and yelled, “The Piano is out of Tune!!†These cruel people had mean intent and silver spoons It was clear all they wanted was to spread hate that afternoon I started to question whether they were right, I was in a pit Yet, my dear friend never did quit I said, “What if they’re right? What if it does sound like shit?†She then said to me, “I don’t know, it sounds good anyway, doesn’t it?†I didn’t know what to think anymore, it was clear I needed rest She left the piano, like a baby bird leaves its nest We walked home, then wished each other the best It was then I realized, I was depressed Since then, I questioned everything in life’s portfolio For my friend, she both believed in the piano and herself, thus, will do good wherever she may go For those who hate, they will find their life to be painful and slow As for me, it was clear, I had died a long time ago