The Piano. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Thickset and robust, I unknowingly stared
At the perfect Lions' claws, so masculine
All four at once, staring closer still,
Holding up this delicate heavyweight
That weighed so much more than me
It shone, it gleamed, it whispered
In a cool Art Deco way
Yet a strength lay in its elegance
Black slim curves
Its edges gold
Perfect contours floated past,
Like a lady we all know
The keys of black on simple white
Scaled perfectly from high to low
To a signature in Art Nouveau
And lofted high a lid unhinged
To reveal a work of art.

Paul Colvin.