The pianist tarnishes her notes,
sharp to flat, harshly explodes,
flat to sharp, falls into dualism,
low to high, optimism to fatalism, 
half fair, half unfair to a tone
that seeks to balance our emotions.   

The pianist tiptoes over key-tops,
each dance upward seeks to sow
the knowledge we need to grow
beyond the lagoon of sorrow. 

Wet feet and a humbling tumble,
we've collected much trouble.  

The pianist bangs over and over 
the lever to build up a poetry 
of joy. If contrast is a melody,
may we be written into a journey 
we’re passionately keen to enjoy. 
Signature Lina Ru