Love, when you play, <br />Your piano hits a chord <br />Tremendously as melody <br />Inspiring my veins, <br />To sprout light into life <br />Down deep beaming my heart. <br />How dove-dear and rose-rich <br />Is that music, content <br />To convey me to Eden, <br />More sun-like and fay-like <br />Ever than my soul can embrace.<br /><br />Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-your-piano/
