Comes the morning, thrush will call,
from brambled hedge, or garden wall.
Sing he must, and sing he will,
though even to a silent hill.
And be there but echoes all along,
he will forget the day, but not his song.

by Stephen (Steve) Howard

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Comments (4)

Kudos to you Mark for this delightful poetic description of a piano..10+++
A perfect poetic description of piano, is a joy to read.Thank you! 10 Best wishes. A.
Great read! I am a pianist, so any poetry I can find about pianos are always enjoyable. Vert fun, clean, neat acrostic.
I Love piano! ! do you have a poem about harp? ?