The Old Piano
The old piano-
A near-boneless piece of dusty mechanics,
lay bedridden in a forgotten corner.
Some yellow-stained ivory keys still play,
but the sweet melodies from yesteryear
are forever replaced with the clanky morose sounds
of the antique Gulbransen.
Within time, chipped ivory pieces
lay in puddles, underneath
with white plastic keys replacing them.
And the once-fine cherry wood framework,
is now scratched and worn
by claws of human touches
kept intact only by the strength
given from those that built
with hands and emotion.
Strings and hammers are smothering
from the thick glaze of dampened time.
But, still, there is one thing
above all others
that has laid the old piano
to its rest-
Sinister loneliness is the real destroyer
for from upstairs can be heard,
the sweet melodies of yesteryear
(that used to be heard right here)
on the new piano.