Another bit of Poetry. I hope you all continue to enjoy them Piano The Piano was something I played Its cords and notes always like a blade Cutting through the air with its cacophony With its harmony But Over time, Through seasons change I began to notice something strange While I always enjoyed the Piano’s sound I often began to feel drowned For while i enjoyed the sounds created I often felt that it was hated. My own feelings changed, and began to sour For once i started to play, my mood began to dour While I still enjoy the sound I can never place my fingers down I can never play again those keys Even with my expertise Not due to my blackened fingers Just simply due to the feelings that lingers