The Piano
The Piano
From far below flowery bushes and exotic plants that breathe with the wind and sun, rocks and boulders built mountains and circumvented the earth in their preparation for life and vegetation. Mankind was the future yet to roam the earth as the hand of God prepared it for civilization, and for giant shovels to scoop up the elements and cast them into blazing furnaces to make them pliable. Men with their sweaty hands and compliant souls followed artistic blueprints as they molded and shaped them to meet the requirements.
Together with wood they became united in sound, the marriage of artistic endeavors with their dreams; that beautiful mahogany piano that sits in the room, begging for sensitive fingers to embrace the keys. The more passionate my caresses are, the more passionate its response, like a cat that purrs and arches its back for more. Through our love affair, we became soul mates. I can hear it whispering to the ear of my heart.
“I am the voice of enchantment
I am the weaver of dreams
I am the messenger of God’s grace
I was born out of nature’s elements
And molded by man to bring you
To the altar of your soul with my music
Do not abuse me
Use me with extreme reverence.”
I followed its advice, and it led me into a world of sensitivity and artistic refinement. It cleansed my soul and brought me closer to God. Thank you, my beloved piano, for what you have done to me.
