Let your digits slide across my black keys
Hear my highest octave at your fingers’ speed
Scales, concerto, and don’t forget the arpeggio
Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti, Do
Breathe wind into all of my shyest spaces
And you can hear me whistle in the loudest of places
Hold me tight; don’t let me slip
Let my reed rest on the tip of your lip
Feel my smooth skin vibrating as we meet
Can you feel the strength of me with each beat?
Pound me softly or slap me quick
Use your hand in place of sticks
Or you can strum my strings in a thousand ways
I might add, I love the way you play
Cradle my body as if we were one
Acoustically, my love, my job here is done