To my Lost Friend in the Island of Murk...


I love you piano.
I love to play with you.
We enjoy the music we play,
Oh, How mirthful this day!

You sing as when my fingers touch on
your soft board,
You interpret of what is in my thought.
That sings to ecstasy in the glorious morn.
As when the music goes on,
To tenderness, and flying on.

It zaps my loneliness,
And soothes my headaches and heartaches.
My piano, my piano!
You really bring me,
To a momentary …jollity.

I do really take good care of you,
I keep you always free from dust and dirt.
I cover you with a cloth of silk,
To keep you warm…
To keep you away of being damped.

I take a repair immediately.
When there’s something to fix.
For the short-live happiness,
Is conserved and thus it never breaks.

I really love you – my borrowed piano.
But you never love me.
I always take good care of you.
But you never care me.
Simply, because, you’re a thing!
A non-living thing!
However, I must be thankful,
For the temporary pleasure.
Especially, the fading away of pains

Thank you so much piano.
For you lend me,
An occasional gaiety.
How, I feel so fine, when I’m with you.
How, I wish you would be ever mine.
And keeps my life so shine,
All the time.

When the time comes,
Your boss takes you,
I would never let you free,
Unless, you would let yourself away from me.