The Keys

Hear the clanging of the keys, 
The dreadful keys!
What a mood of sorrow
The wretched piano brings! 
How they clang, how its tune 
Would drive me mad all too soon!
And the heavens hold their ears
All hours of the night
While I sit in tortured silence 
In meakness and in blight! 
Even the gruesome metronome
Have I grown to envy now.
Its constant ticking with my heart
Has left a feeling so profound!
Hear the constant banging of the keys 
The ghastly keys! 
I have grown tiresome
Of the unwelcome tune it brings!
Through every grueling sound
Has left me anxious now
And how I rue the day 
From this horrid instrument I found!