The Piano

I play the piano so I decided to write a poem about it. Tada! Here it is. Enjoy.

Keys ring…

Left over notes.

Chords spread apart.

Deserting each other,

Just to be heard.

The notes fade.

Pianos’ silent.

All sound gone.

Nothing remains,

Silence is all that’s left.

Still strings collecting dust.

Keys waiting to be struck once again.

The piano sits there, alone.

Forever waiting.

Never to be played again.

Years pass, forgotten.

Keys go out of tune,

The wood rots.

Still waiting to be played one last time.

 

 

Reviews

[nightmask]

Fantastic imagery I think your user name's really sweet :) This poem made me want to go play my piano :) I could see what you were saying it's very beautiful :)