My Piano Poem by Ema Nekaf

I'm in love with my piano,
And it's in love with me.
When I press the keys
And create a soothing melody.

I'm in love with my piano,
When I play we are one.
You cannot tell when one note ends
And another one's begun.

I'm in love with my piano,
In a way that no one understands.
I'd probably commit suicide
If I lost the use of both my hands.

I'm in love with my piano.
To me, it's a vital organ.
When I leave
It's hard to breath
I cannot wait to play again.