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Piano In A Painting
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Piano In A Painting

Poem By Fallen Too Far

The old piano sits silent
It's keys are chipped and worn
Turned bronze by the sun's warm rays

Memories of sweet melodies
Haunt the old church
Remembering a better time

The music hangs suspended in time
Faded and ancient in the light
Rivers of notes frozen between lines

The wood has long since surrendered
Beaten by age and termites
Left stranded in a dark balcony.

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Just lovely word picture you have painted. I can see the dust motes in the air!