To piano -
Beginners have you but the lover keeps,
Blunt wooden frame, ivory handled hammers,
Emotion is dampened when major chord leaps,
My affection sustains, an audience clamours.

To mammon -
Thine material touch, expands an empire.
A god in it's right, at which many cleave,
Tho' who creates deity, who came prior;
To my LORD I go, to you I leave.

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