The Music Lives
A vintage Martin parlor guitar gathers dust in the corner
A Brazilian rosewood grand rests
under bronze chandelier lights
long past glowing
Weathered romantic sheet music
adorns the broken piano bench
seemingly undisturbed for years
a little hazel hair girl peeps into this darkened room
the one Gram told her to steer clear
in fear her memories would disappear
Soft strumming echoes through the air
as the room comes to life
purples, yellows, and blues
dance off the piano keys
twirling and swirling with every strum
the two beats Waltz as if in love
She sits in wonderment
taking every beat in
dreaming of a Grandpa she never knew
and an endless love so true
Watching from afar Gram's tears trickle
as memories come to light
a small smile comes to the little girl's face
as Gram comes and hugs her tight
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