A Grand Piano Poem by P. R Ashok

In a world of black and white,
A symphony takes flight.
The piano, an instrument grand,
Guiding us to a magical land.

With each stroke, a story unfolds,
A universe of sound, that never grows old.
Oh, piano, your whispers reach deep within,
Stirring the soul, where emotions begin.

Oh, let the piano's melody take flight,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
For in the hands of a skilled pianist,
The world becomes harmonious, the soul is kissed.

Fingers dance upon the keys,
Unleashing melodies with ease.
Each note a brushstroke in the air,
Creating a masterpiece beyond compare.