Playerless Piano
Piano with no one to play
is but a lonely wooden box
silent witness to sad cliché
lonely cousin to long lost socks.
Alone in a derelict room
piano with no one to play
soon will be cloaked by twilight's gloom
amidst chaos, rot and decay.
Yet in Köln, one midwinter day
did Jarret stroke one of your kin
piano with no one to play
revealing the wonder therein.
O'er instrument failings arose
a masterpiece so critics say
a concert which everyone knows
piano with no one to play.
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