ALL THAT YOUR HEART CAN HOLD

Speak softly studio strings

Lull me with your melody

Soft fingers pluck sullen notes 

and return with a harmony

Black and White and no off key

I wish to see my keyboard dance

A waltz romantic not dramatic

and close my eyes in a trance

A latin box gives yearning glance

A hand it seeks to cajole

From its patterned shiny face

A rhythm for the soul

Stretched leather over a round hole

Booming in baritone voice

Echoes from a distant land

Once a native paradise

Tongue and cheek, an ancient device

Twangs a single note sonorous

Finds company in multiple vents

Made from clay, porous

A bell curve joins the chorus

Brushed metal inviting play

Whispering wind amorous

Body paused in sway

Piping before the end of day

Plastic, bamboo, silver and gold

Fill my room with wondrous magic

And all that your heart can hold