Eyes bright, amidst a cosmic hall with wooden floors,
Stood the grand instrument of keys, strings and hammers in pride,
A little girl skipped in towards this friend with a smile,
She bowed to the audience, her grin shining bright!

A black and white dress, in stripes of the keys,
Her short black hair accompanied with grace,
With closed eyes, she tilted to the side her unforgettable face,
With a small jump, she took her rightful place.

T'was her first recital, today in spring,
She chose a playful melody to accompany her mind,
She poured in her heart, her fingers bouncing with a closed sight,
Her head bobbing up and down with the prelude in delight.

Such a carefree soul, it'd seen not before,
She captured the hearts; her music seeping within,
As the fragrance surrounded her tingling skin,
Her sounds washed away the listeners' sins.

She ended the piece in descending low notes,
She turned her head and opened her eyes,
A simple piece she played as her rendition,
Delight filling her ears, her voz she could revitalise.