When I'm in a room, I must be addressed, I stomp and trample when I get stressed, Me and your piano are rather alike, Hefty, beloved, and shining ivory white

Step inside and daylight fades. Speak once, and hear me answer.

White as snow but smooth as sin. I’m swift and speedy when I’m with gin. No machine can claim me, you must pluck me with your hand. I am found where weary dreamers land.

I welcome picnics, games, and feet, yet ask for water in the heat.

I settle softly without a sound, A silent blanket upon the ground. I’m born of stars, of soil, of skin, And light up in the sunbeam's spin. A maid's worst enemy, a historian's friend, I mark the passage of time until the end.