Playing the Piano

A poem by Anonymous

playing the piano feels like floating into space,

and like swimming underwater,

and like breathing crisp winter air

nothing can compare to its grace

playing the piano is second nature

i can’t think too much or too little

or i mess up the whole song

it isn’t a big deal, but to me it feels major

playing the piano reminds me of my childhood

my mother making me do lessons

i listened, although reluctantly

and now, i don’t play as much as i should

playing the piano brings me peace

i forget about everything else

and i forget about everyone else

this instrument is a masterpiece

playing the piano is my escape from reality

what’s yours?