i play the keys
that no longer produce a melody
my great grandfather built this piano
and played till the day he died
but I cannot let it go
for to me that was an entire orchestra
it may be a piano that has forgotten its sound
but i'll never forget his laughing voice as he played his last tune
YOU ARE READING
antique heart
Poetry~poetry~ i seek timeless tales in the invisible shops down alleyways on rainy days {lowercase intended}
