An Abandoned Musical Instrument

Surrounded by silence and draped with a linen sheet, to keep dust from your natural sheen, and protect you from direct sunlight; not from the loneliness and gloominess of your night... How thrilling and gratifying was to hear the gleeful or moody notes, when these careful fingers played an octave: either lower or higher! Never abandoned for a long period, always tuned-up, free of dust and ready for play; a companion that loved being spoiled, by letting me improvise the melody of the day... Let me see myself in virtual reality, stately and taut, sitting in my stylish pose, and hit the keyboard, transcribing a musical comedy by sharp memory as the chords make up my distinct harmony... Be dormant no more, come alive and rejuvenate your tones: as the spirit that inspires the mood of your melodies; bring back all the tenors and sopranos to this forgotten stage so dark, and let them sing the arias they choose within the range of their keys....