My piano has taken up many odd jobs:
A dust-collector,
A quiet observer,
Maybe even
A decoration piece.
A ghost of my past, persisting till now.
Reminding me of the time when:
My piano was a piano.
An instrument,
A dream,
Maybe even
A new skill.
Inspiring me to practice
My piano is meant for more:
A piece awaiting its recital,
A crowd’s standing ovation,
A girl and her piano 🎹🤍