Sad Heart of a Dying Piano

(A saddened heart of  a dying....Piano)
Picture by Alan L Boles

You remind me so much,
Of your grandmother...child,
You have her eyes,
She too...was beautiful,
Just like You!

Yes...I remember them days well,
As though it was yesterday,
We spent so much time together,
Before she passed away,

I loved her so much,
They were...good times,
We laughed together so much
She...fell off her stool,

Memories memories 
Thats all I have now,
She haunts me...still,
I will never forget her,

We were so happy together,
Always fooling around,
Making music
We worked well together,
Sounded great,

She was my song,
I was her key board,
The way she run her fingers
Through my keys,
I knew...she played
Solely...for me,

We were inseparable,
Sometimes she stayed 
With me all night,
Falling asleep in my Arms,
I kissed her gently,

She never knew...how much
I really loved her,
I was just happy to have her,
And feel her emotions,
Our times...were special,

She came to me 
When she was happy 
She came to me 
When she was sad,
Sometimes in anger,
I never minded
She was mine,

Her fingers run through my heart
Like a love affair of music,
Her tears would fall on my...keys,
If only she knew
She was the only girl for me,

She's in heaven now,
I know...
One day...we will meet again,
Until then 
I stand...not so grand,

Not long now...
I'm fading quickly
Body decaying,
Every bit of song...gone
There is no tune left
In these old bones,

Don't look at me child 
Leave me alone
I want to die.
She's waiting.
I have to go,

Wendy Jae
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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