I was standing in this very large empty hall
Feeling dejected and in knowledge frail and small
Then I noticed a grand piano in an awfully bad state
Keys broken and uneven, who would play it at any rate!
Then this Man appeared, clad in a dress suit so neat
Walked straight to the piano, dusted the dilapidated seat;
He rushed His fingers gently across those keys, so majestically
Bringing forth most beautiful sounds of music magnificently!
I stepped forward and asked: “Maestro, may I please try?”
I could never play piano and I was a little shy;
But, I wanted to do it just as good as this Man could
Knowing in my heart for certain, I never really would.
Nevertheless, I sat down and looked at those keys
Wondering how it was possible hearing such sounds from these!
I moved my crooked fingers across the keys and sighed
For the sound was so distorted no matter how I tried.
I felt so disappointed in my inability to play
This broken old piano, in this Masters expert way.
Eventually I awoke from this dream so appalling
Amazed at the thought that I keep on remembering
What is the meaning as it keeps playing on my mind?
Should I believe there is a message of some kind?
I have never played piano, the organ, if you please
I can play, though not fluently, but with greater ease.
I can tolerate not being perfect, although I do try
For the need of making music I can surely satisfy.
My dream, so vivid, as if it were only last night
I am beginning to understand in a much clearer light
This masterful pianist – though I could not see His face
Must be God showing how I should my steps retrace
My life, like this piano, so unsightly by sin
Deranged, distorted and disabled from within
On my own I could make no plausible sound
He must be beside me- I must walk within His ground
I still hear Him playing so perfectly, so pure
I know while I go with Him, eternity is sure.
Written 17 September 1999.
(354 Words)
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