My Glorious Beast Poem by Michelle Verschlagen

i sit down
in front of me lies the glorious beast
who seems to engulf my soul
each time i look into her white and black keyed eyes.
forever the days never end,
always drawing towards the end.
contemplating, wondering, pondering.
searches my fingertips, searching always
for the right key to press
the right note to caress
my cheeks, the salty tears that are flowing.
forever gone, forever alone.
she leaves my side, black and white.
lost understanding of why my glorious beast
has to be taken away from me.
i sit down, in front of my beast, trembling.
trembling with fear, shaking with tears.
i long to hear the harmonious melody
to feel the heart beat inside,
rhythms flowing as the ocean tide.
i say farewell to my glorious beast
the loss a painful, horrible, wretched ache.
although no one sees the sickening blow,
i will miss you with all that i am, dear piano.