Notes From a Neglected Piano

You used to lovingly coax my keys with your melodies flirt and tease so playfully high-note hitting glee We enjoyed taking tunes apart upside down inside out syncopated Beethoven bobbidy-boo beats No small feat with shimmy and shake boogie, blues jazz and all the razzmatazz I could take late nights wide awake You kept me in good company playing wild playing loud fiercely proud of the sounds we would make all our own But something eventually changed and our songs became sad and few, in shades of blue slowly fading out Dreary now mahogany dull no longer loved, cared for forlorn, faded wallflower voicelessly, I grieve ____ Another Shadorma form/ personification poem... What I *wish* my old piano thought of me. In truth, I think the 'old girl' is RELIEVED not to be bothered by me anymore!! (Music is sadly not one of my talents.)