SILENT CHORDS

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The keys remember her fingers~  
soft thief stealing ivory light,  
the hammers whispering  
through felt and dust.  

It waits, a black whale  
beached in the entryway,  
its ribs humming Debussy’s
Clair de Lune.  

Play me, it murmurs,  
and I will give you back  
the weight of your mother’s hands,  
the way they lingered  
like slow rain  
on a Sunday afternoon.  

I do not know how to play the piano~
no one comes and the pedals rust.  
And somewhere,  
inside the walls,  
a spider spins  
a web of silent chords. 

I understand that this poem is a memoir poem although PS doesn't have it as a cateogry to select.

12th grademothermusicother

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