You provide me with purpose,
Your touch brings me life,
And with trebly crescendo I cry.
I trill at your tickle,
I fit as you finger me,
Practiced with prowess most spry.
Inside of me, trembling,
You hammer away
On my heartstrings, as gently you croon,
In my belly, vibrations
Of bass tones so sharp,
With my tenor you’re always in tune.
Upon delicate white,
Baby, grand is our tender vignette.
I love when you use me,
I lust to be played,
Like a lover’s discordant duet.