Piano

Stripped of paint and any varnish Most likely off tune, but how would we know Singing a song for the hundredth time I’ll bet you’ve never heard it. This is a poem for my old school’s piano The place that was once Saint James We’d stand on the stage And sing our hearts away ANd hit eachother with multi colored tubing You think I don’t remember you From back when you couldn’t play Bach You’d be mistaken, my old friend Even if you forgot