Rusty Keys
Rusty Keys
I’ll Play For You
Play For Me
I See The Piano
In That Dark, Dusty Room
I’ve Hoped, I’ve Waited
For You
I’ll Walk To It, and Start Playing
Hear The Pedal Lift
And Carry Me To Memories
Causing My Mood to Shift
You Moved My Hands
As I Plunked Those Wrong Notes
It Was A Song You Wrote For Me
My Old Fingers now Demotes
Softly, You Guided My Fingers
On These Same, Beautiful Keys
You Laughed When I Tried
Suddenly, A Breeze
Is It You? I’ve Waited
But, Doves Flew From The Seal
So, I Turned Back To Play
The Piano Whose Plaque Did Peal
As I Played, I Remembered You
Playing Your Harmonizing Cello
You Were Proud of Me, I Close My Eyes
Now These Keys are Yellow
My Hands Started To Shake
My Tears Hit The Keys
I Miss You So Much
I Miss Your Gentle Squeeze
My Emotions Ebb and Flow
I Now Feel Your Hands Covering Mine
I Open My Eyes
I Felt Your Familiar Shine
We Laughed, You Held My Wrinkled Hands
Moved Them ‘Cross These Cracked Keys
And, Like Those Times We First Met
Played Your Cello With Ease
I Started To Play Your Song
I Felt You Add Cello Hints
I Smiled, Played The Moist Keys
On My Old Fingerprint
He Pulled Me Into A Loving Embrace
“I’m Proud of You, Son
You’ve Never Lost Your Heart
Your Career Has Just Begun”
My Back Suddenly Cracked
I Painfully Grasped My Spine
I Started To Play Your Song Again
But Your Hands Didn’t Cover Mine
I Woke Up On The Bench
And Closed The Piano Shade
And Walked From Your Piano, Dad
Cried As The Sounds Slowly Decayed
Rusty Keys
Rusty Keys
I've Played For You
Now, I Lay Down My Expertise
- Author: Tom Wood (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 6th, 2019 18:35
- Comment from author about the poem: Whenever I see a broken down piano in a room, it makes me so sad. To think of all the people who played on it, and what they would think if they saw it now. This is a reality for some, and I tried to express my inner pain from seeing this. Such a beautiful thing as a piano, lost in time... It's too tempting to not write about.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 115
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Comments2
this was beautiful, i have an old piano in my writing room 🙂 reminded me of it ....i am a musician so yeah, i loved this piece !!!!
Thanks a lot! 😊
Great memories restored by the image of that piano.
Glad I could get them to submerge once more, thanks for reading 😊
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