Inspired by Old English Riddles
By Annika Dekker
I stand in the corner or the center solitary,
until my master comes merry to marry
emotions and discipline with marvelous meaning.
With daring he dances across my door-openers
to coax a choir of sounds from my chords.
Then I submit to silence once more.
But I make my own melodies with a bit of magic.
What am I?
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