Concert Bound
As she sat down,
and placed her hands,
upon the keys,
of her Baby Grand.
The room was filled,
with heavenly sounds,
this child was surely,
concert bound.
All her neighbors,
gathered around,
not an empty place,
could be found.
She loved her piano,
and she loved to play,
her music lives on,
to this very day.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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