Memory Wealth
Delicate hands fly
across keys of lacquer white
Piano bends for you
does your will, sings until you tire
I'll be beside you
turning the yellowed pages
Sipping the music
the finest of wines for my sponge of a mind
Moon peaks out at you
curtains pulled to let her hear
her children stars dance
to your swaying soul, I'll never grow old
with your memory my fingers inherited wealth...
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