The Piano Girl
The piano girl, plays her music soft,
Her fingers they dance upon the keys,
Her tutor often did scoff,
As she played her feelings with ease,
In a nook, on an old piano on the loft.
The piano girl, she had a dream,
To let her music be heard by all,
To touch hearts, with her own little theme,
She'd play songs about the autumn fall,
And when she did, she would gleam.
The piano girl, grew paler by each day,
And sicker and sicker she grew,
There came a stage she could not play,
Her tutor ever so shrewd,
A dozen times she'd pray.
The piano girl, saw a little bird
Upon the little window,
She thought she was cursed,
All day she stayed indoor,
Steadily she healed, her prayers were finally heard.
The story of a piano girl...
12/11/20
Quintain-Sicilian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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