Mr. Z the Perfect Pitch Man

Mr. Z the suited piano tuner 

Hearing and revealing the ephemeral chime

Of two tones turned one pitched perfectly

Arrived at the door to floor us

Once more with a roll 

Of holy melodies flashed fresh from 

The black and white keys in tandem 

Plinking their eloquent rhyme 

Of the soft touch and blush 

Of jump rope flush of keystrokes 

Now unconstrained by prior negligence 

And immersed in tone rows 

Placed on staves framing the showcased 

Hymns limned to perfection