Ode To Sydney's Piano
I wait here for her return silently sat
With a lonely and quiet sigh
Standing there with a lamp that
Is perched on top of my head high;
My keys ache to be
Played by her
Soft, small hands to see
Notes ringing out to stop the burr;
Different songs at played each
Time she sits down
Whether to let emotions out, to tell a speech
Or just to practice the sound;
Soft music played for her peers
Or loud music will
Echo in my ears
Until all is still...
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