I feel...plastic

Transparently, I melt for the Son

Transforming myself for His will to be done

I'm a piano, complex & intimidating

Though I allure the will to play

I'm sure many demons hate me

Due to bonds I build...away...

They go...into the notes

Scattered quotes & blessing float

I cast shadows of looming hope

My halo dangles by a rope

Not yet fastened...not yet sown

I am a blessing too fond of being alone

I must be shared

I trust I'm spared of rusting chairs

[ones I'll sit with, no movement when paired]

I know what's "best" but I'm just too...

Careful

But never care...fully

At least not for the ones who mistook me

For something I'm not...

They don't know themselves...or maybe they forgot

So when it comes to me, I don't quite fill their pot

That's when I close my lid

To play this piano, you must have a background in music...

To get my attention, you must have faith...& choose it

A plastic piano, not many can play

With a song that reaches the end of the day