The Grand Piano

In A Dark Old Memory

I Became What I Wanted To Be

The Darkness Coming Out of the Night

Dimly Shinning Like a Light

In a Room Clouded With Dust

I Gave You All My Trust

Here it Stands

The Grandest Piano in all the Lands

It's Made of a Dark Old Oak

You Can Still Faintly Smell Smoke

I Take My Seat in Dismay

Then I Begin to Play

It's A Symphony

It's Like a Harmony

The Tune to the Melody

You Enter My Sweet Serenity

There is Something Tragic I Must Tell

When Your Heart is Trapped in a Spell

The Spell My Music Creates

It is Like Fate

You Come Back to Reality

And All You Wanna Do is Escape this Musicality

My Hands Dance Over the Keys

Slowing Down With Ease

The Notes Floating Through the Air

I Glance Down At You, But You Dont Care

I Stand Up And Look Out At The Crowd

I Stand Up Tall and Proud

I Take One Last Bow

I Look Back At You and You Know Now

All the Things I Could Never Give

I Always Tried To Make You Live

I Close the Piano So Tenderly

Then I Thought That Just Maybe

But No, It Could Never Happen

For I Am Always Ment to Play

This Silent Sinatra

On This Grand Piano

 

Reviews

[Miss Marie Riorden.]

I like the poem. I really do. It is unique, but why must you capatilize the first letter of every word? You know it kind of makes it hard to read it? For the reader at least.

-Marie-