Once this old piano knew happy days
For music brings joy
And passion.
Cobwebs and dust have settled on the keys.
Broken strings and rust sleep well
In dark places.
Notes forgotten
For it cannot play itself
Back to
Music.
Yearning for the feel of
Warm fingers upon
The ivory;
For harmonious voices to join in
All its melodic glory;
For bodies full of life and love to glide and swing as one.
Silence plays
Alone.
Time does not forget,
People do.
I try to see out these windows.
These hazy
Cracked widows.
And my heart leaps
As my eyes catch a glimpse
Of what I think is you.
I sit here and wait
With a heart full of hope.
Sometimes I wander these
Old creaky floors
Opening windows and doors.
Filling this house with fresh air,
Clearing the cobwebs in the corners.
Dreaming and daring.
Anticipating your return.
Imaging you standing there looking at me
Through the hazy,
Cracked
Windows.
Chole Into Diamonds 