In the house where the sounds of beautiful chords sounded,
There lived majestic Piano, a noble instrument.
He stood against the wall ready to make music,
But from time to time he needed special care.
And then one day Masseuse appeared in the house,
Skillful and gentle, a true professional.
She saw Piano that needed special care,
He was tired of his own music and wanted to rest.
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Masseuse touched the keys with her light hands,
She touched Piano as if massaging his body.
Piano relaxed under these magical touches,
He felt a new energy spring up inside him.
Masseuse listened to Piano whisper new tunes,
She felt harmony in every sounding chord.
Piano gave his warmth and gratitude to her,
For bringing such tenderness into his life.
Piano and Masseuse became close friends,
They made magical melodies together.
It was truly a new level of creativity in art,
And this went on until the maid found them together.
Indignant maid wanted to tell owners of the house everything,
But Masseuse persuaded her to keep quiet and join their duet.
And the harmonious duet ceased into a fantastic trio,
But butler caught them all, and so a wonderful quartet was born.
Soon a gardener joined this musical group,
As well as janitor, coachman and two cooks, plus invited chef.
At some point, no one knew how many people the ensemble had,
People came and went, they crowded like at a train station.
Everyone played Piano, and he had never been so happy.
But even more happy were the owners of the house,
Hiding behind a curtain with a voice recorder.
The original text was written by me in Russian. I haven't studied English systematically so the translation may not be ideal. The main work was done by Google Translate, I just corrected obvious absurdities, where I noticed them and where I did not confuse them with brilliant insights.
