Who am I?

I can see you wondering.

You ponder my depths,

Deeper than the ocean,

And my heights, reaching past the stars.

I am not who you would expect.

It is hard to describe myself.

Some think me delicate.

I can be delicate.

I can be so soft that ears strain

To catch the final sound of my liquid melody.

Some think me bold, strong.

Strength is in my heart.

I am built with hammers, and with hammers I play.

Some think me mighty and harsh

Like thunder or some greater power,

A storm raging as my hammers are thrust forth

And I sing no longer but shout in rage.

I am salvation and damnation.

I am sunrise and sunset, Sol and Luna.

I am clarity and illusion, understanding and ignorance.

I am black and white, light and dark

Constantly in flux, always moving, always there.

Harmony.

Melody.

Beginning and End.

Silence.

Noise.

I am the Piano.