Cradled in my arms,
from you flows melody eternal.
A song for all times,
joyous morns, laments nocturnal.
Some look upon you,
and see cold wood, and metal.
But we who see beyond the varnish
know you to be warm, and soft as petal.
May you continue to thrive,
live long and inspire.
My hands are kindling
for your creative fire.
