Piano Keys Poem by William Breland

A sound so soft, as the autumn breeze, is a gentle stroke, of my piano keys. They will carry you, in a rhythm of grace, and put a smile, upon your humble face. You will clap your hands, and beg the player please, to keep on playing, on his piano keys. The fingers of your heart, make the soft sweet sound, where there is a piano, is where i'll be found. You take each finger, and stroke a key, then you make that noise, into a harmony. If you listen with your heart, instead of your ears, you'd be surprised, in what it hears. So whenever my heart aches, and my loneliness see's, I'll always turn, to my piano keys. It's that musical note, that's inside your heart, you mix it with another, this is how you start. Then you huddle all the notes, like a swarm of bee's, releasing them one by one, on your piano keys. The beautiful notes, on the piano is played, from your loving heart, this song was made. Just keep in mind, I'm begging you please, to love and care for, your piano keys. they will love you back, in so many ways, brighten your smile, on your gloomiest of days. well I have to go, so take it ease, I'm going to go dream, of my piano keys.