The Piano

I have some new neighbors,
Just one floor below.
Their names and their faces,
Of course, I don’t know.

But once there was quiet
And now there is not.
It seems there’s a piano;
They play it a lot.

I’m used to the street noise –
The traffic and such.
I tune that all out;
I’m not bothered that much.

Not so with the piano –
Though I won’t complain,
It is likely one day
To just drive me insane!