Empty Seat At the Piano
To my daughter, forever 14 and forever a pianist.
What a beautiful instrument for a beautiful and talented young lady.
I smile as I see you there, hearing you play, composed and written melody.
Then it hits me, I realize it’s my imagination, something surreal and unknown.
I take a second glance, my heart aches, because there is an empty seat at the piano.
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