With each strike by a peg to a string
There is a wave that passes as they ring
and as a wave travels, it becomes a
All to the lead of its own creator
for before, it simply had no mentor
and for a wave to know its purpose, mustn’t
it have a tutor?
Some are weak
Some are ferocious
Some are timid
but a few, confident.
And for those confident few
they sit at life’s dock, for they have at the best view
and with that, they see and hear all
that is new
Even these waves you produce
by which your hands and these wooden keys
made a truce.
As they seen you fought for ages to loose
the resistance of those keys, only to
begin the path of which was chosen for you