Piano Girl

PIANO GIRL So like unto a song I'd play an iv'ry pressed by me cascading through a polished night you are the melody. Our summer rain still sings of you such notes; they blend so well; into my breast where breathes the rhyme of all the words I tell. You'll always be that vital part each thought I ever write, and like the keys in harmony the song you are, sounds right. The opening of me is you, and overflows the wine aged to perfection in the dark to bring each song of mine, Oh! No, they are not ever mine, admitedly, they're yours, and when the chorus of them comes, like summer rain, it pours. I've heard you singing to a song, piano girl, your sound remains in everything I write, not lost, but never found. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet