I am a piece of art, a message of my own. 

I may be like the others, but I do stand alone.

I have a heartbeat, even though I'm not human.

My song plays on repeat, I love to sing to them. 

Notes are written across my pages, and the ink is so dark.

Black is the main color, one of the colors of a lark. 

The notes tend to smear, especially with a tear.

Please do not cry, for my purpose is to comfort you dear. 

I am the song that you play all day,

the song you play even when it rains.

Till the day I die my music will speak,

for I make the world, totally complete.