Stolen

Some arts group scattered pianos
In a bunch of city parks,
Imagining their presence
Would inspire creative sparks.

I saw one in my neighborhood
And loved that it was there;
One day a toddler banged the keys
With joy and lots of flair.

Today, though, I heard on the news
One piano has gone missing.
Just like in silent movies,
This is where we should be hissing.

Because a low-life criminal,
With conscience like a snake,
Decided that the instrument
Was there for him to take.

Depriving others of the music
Waiting to be played,
Would not occur to such a thief
Who made the choice he made.

I hope that piano gets revenge
And every time that goon
Sits down to touch those ivories,
The notes are out of tune!