Her Piano

Hey Sorry i went on vacation but now I'm back. now I'm not sure if this is considered a love poem but here it goes

The piano has a melody
That no one understands
Except for the playing woman
That moves her melodic hands

Her piano's sound is beautiful
As so is she
When she plays her piano
She becomes free

Her music loves her
She loves her music
If she didn't have her piano
She would probably lose it

Her piano's sound is beautiful
As so is she
When she plays her piano
She becomes free