The piano bench has become my throne.
I rule the keys I play.
I shift around on it sometimes
but I always have my say.
I rule the tempo and the tune.
They follow my decree.
The throne is sometimes overwhelming
because it's ruling me.
I wear no crown upon my head,
no velvet on my clothes.
I wear the gems of musical tones
and the rhythm on my toes
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