Piano Man
He sat
with fingers on the keys,
and head hanging low,
Waiting
for the music to flow.
The hits and awards
when his life had been brighter
where that of a talented songwriter
He took a deep breath
and let it out slow
Waiting
for the music to flow
But the music is gone,
his talent grown cold
The drugs and alcohol
have taken their toll.
His fingers on the keys
his head hung low
He sat
waiting
for the music to flow.
Copyright © Alee Bonne Calvert | Year Posted 2006
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