Dear My Piano,

People assume that you are a decoration sitting at my room,

or that you are just an instrument to me.

Little do they know that your tones set my mind free.

On a sunny hopeful day I go to you.

And when I can’t find the light inside of me,

your majors and minors comfort me.

I know that I don’t often play you in front of a crowd or with orchestra,

but I don’t need millions of people hearing my C’s and B’s having you even at a booth is enough to me.

Thank you bearing with my messy ryhmes on my messy days.

You have seen my tears dripping on you like rain when I lost the closest people to me,

but you have also seen my wide smiles while playing my Christmas carols happily.

However at the end, it doesn’t matter to you when, how, or where I play you,

because your majors always lift me up.

I may not have said this before, but I love you and your chords…

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