An instrument of love is what you are
An epitome of romance in every clef and bar
You are black and white; your music is yea and yes
No chance for a grey area, to present to us its curse
An avenue, where every stroke radiates an ambiance of love
And every sound summons a musical being above
“I am the god of music!” exclaims Apollo
And my device of love, you all must adore and follow.