Dusty keysthe years lie thick on
the last child in an emptied home
sitting in a corner
an old dream
waiting...
let's indulge in one last song
i know you'd like to dance again
even if it's only to a memory
for you've grown old and gray
my half-forgotten friend...
we've all grown old and grayinside
lift the cover in a cloud of age
and the laughing notes are so familiar
if just a bit
out of placethough my fingers have grown and changed
the song is still there
if just a bit
faded...now all the strings have loosened half a note
and the childish melody is playing
in mournful minor
instead
then the movers drag even you out with a clatter
and i can't hear the dusty keys
anymore
~ - ~
ps. just wondering, but does anyone have a blog where they post their poems? mine's
xanga.com/gainel