Grand and mystic tells a tale
When you see it your mind will flail
Musicians see the basis
Your hands will flutter gracious
Talent and power may be seeked
You can tell your goals will meet
All I can say is this thing rules
Maybe it has it's own schools
People play and listen to it happily
It is more like a treasure to me
A value to see and even touch
The Carnagie Hall was made for such
I could go on and on from the subject
The most one to be seen is the most to protect
History tells of it's flair
Most of the players wore fake hair
Bach, and Haydn
Mozart and Strauss
All of them composers none is a mouse
The instrument that falls into place
Maybe the one that is told of it's grace
It is not found in a marching band
It does not march, it only stands
The wheels make it mobile
But it still is heavy
As you can see
It doesn't move like a Chevy
My tale is over as you can see
This poem is concluded like a series
All may be doubted
Please rate and see
All of your troubles will be no mystery
Thank You
