Dear Piano

Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I think its been about a week. Here is a poem:

Dear Piano,

I Wonder if you understand

What the music is.

To you it must seem

like the daily beating,

And we say that practice is torture.

But what about you piano?

For the pain you feel must be real

and not imaginary.

I wish that you could hear the music I play.

For then you would hear what music is.

I hope that someday you will know what music is.

And finally be at peace.

Yours truly,

The Player