When you sit down at the piano and tinkle on the keys
And run your fingers, some with great talent and ease,
The music sounds delightful and joy fills many a heart,
Who made the pianos? So you could do your artistic part.
Special wood is chosen, each one makes it own sweet sound,
Pine and walnut are fine, but knots should not be found
Unless it be the best of oak in the timber you choose,
This is just the start of the great skill many will use.
The wood is pressed till the right timbre is acquired,
Every small piece is measured by many that are hired,
It could take many weeks to get the piano just right,
Each stave and little hammer never too slack or tight.
Then it has to be put together with a large sound board,
And cased in lovely surroundings, which I can’t afford,
But I gaze in the piano store and try them out for sound,
And marvel at the workmanship in each that is found.
M Ann Margetson © December 29, 2000
2000/1059piano
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