The jealous piano

I saw you last night

you were shining in my dream

I was  wearing a black suit and having a black tie

While you were the lady in red

I caressed your hair

Without any care

I became careless when I saw you

As I was an amateur pianist showing his passion

Who was playing Chopin to you

You stood beside the piano

The black box of music

I didn’t say anything

The piano sang instead

As the gramophone played Dean Martin

I kissed you and felt the softness of your lips

Compared to a soft satin

Then I took you with me

To a quiet place for you and me

I sang you the poems of passion

I was like a lover in an old fashion

The two of us cuddled in the night

Waiting for the morning sun to bright

And the grand piano smiled at us

I saw him jealous of both of us

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the personification of the piano and the jealousy of an inanimate object is quite well used here.
I really like "like a lover in an old fahsion"
my parents used to drink those...but the double meaning works here as well.
Line 18 I read as "quiet"....

nicely done
j.

[Nima.Hope]

Thanks Jacob for your lovely comment. You are right. I wanted to write "quiet" but instead I wrote "quite".
The pleasure is mine.Best Wishes

[Aura]

Lovely! A jealous piano singing the songs of passion to the ones its jealous ofm interesting concept! The piano does make lovely music, a the black elegant box of music it is, but also sings songs of jealousy too, it can warm hearts and can be cold to the touch. Thanks for sharing!

[Nima.Hope]

Another lovely comment by the kind-hearted Aura. Thanks for reading this poem. If I had the opportunity to buy a piano, that would be the first thing I do: Singing songs of love accompanied by him(Piano).
Sincerely yours
Nima

[Aura]

I would have to learn to play the piano first before I buy one! Maybe take piano lessons somewhere then make lovely songs on a piano of my own!!