Perfect: the sound of my tune, in colour

To the man with a skillful hand and a loyal brush, take my words and bring them to life for me. Paint me a grand piano, with tiles so clean they form a beautiful smile, gracefully greeting the skillful hands that have come to play. You will give it stable legs, thick and made of steel, legs strong enough to withstand the weight of the songs it will soon play. To the man painted with a skillful ear and loyal fingers, play me the song written by my soul. Here, you will see your fingers stutter before your eyes to play a broken tune, they will stumble along these perfect keys as they play my discordant song; it will be perfect. For the painting, will be a masterpiece. For this painting, will be me, through your skill. -Malebo.