The Old Piano
She sits lost in her even keel
without a solitary sound
without a note that you can steal
a piano, bolted to the ground
wallpaper secrets bona fide
atop old keys restrained of spiel
ancient solos, yesterday's chide
with every broken note she peels
her golden voice it aims to heal
alas her fingers cannot play
so as her heart begins to feel
the piano gongs with no allay
She hoped for better days ahead
but piano sits without appeal
tonality of aria now long dead
she had the song, but not the feel.
Jan. 22, 2020
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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