Silent Piano
My late father
played gorgeous music
on his Steinway
Debussy, Ravel, Beethoven
along with his own compositions
He set eight of my poems to music
I sang while he played
Every Hanukkah he would play "Rock of Ages"
on the keyboard
The piano is silent now
His students preserve his legacy
with their compositions
Music - like poetry
can melt the heart
I sit here on an autumn day
Remembering my father
People leave this mortal coil
That is our fate!
But some leave behind great poetry and
music in their wake
Seems like they are almost immortal!
The piano is silent now
But I am still here
and hopefully inscribed
in the book of life for a good year
My father being gone for a number of years
he left his mark on future generations
by giving them the gift of music
And he left 4 new individuals in his wake
I am one
I was a fairly good son
The piano is silent now
But memory persists
And one can take joy in that!
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