Upright or Grand

Keys pure as angels, a rapture mending
Bringing just an evanescent event
Torments lifted above here suspending
Just for a flash of escaping lament

God given talent was no accident
Such power within the palm of one's hand
Impenetrable sounds make one relent
And spirit melts through one's fingers like sand

Then when one's imagination expands
Beyond mystifying and depraved earth
A perplexing euphoria takes stand
And esteem will seize personal rebirth

The joys and sorrows of my soul expressed
On metal strings and felt hammers confessed