Piano without the keys

Concert piano

  seen better days

    

Woodwork warping

  wire snapping

Left behind

  and pushed to the back

Blow off the dust  

 take a seat 

Let my fingers tickle what isn't there

Some might think me mad

  and proclaim my life sad,

Rummaging through the castaways

Little do they know

  not realizing what they have forgotten

Superior in their grasp of only what they see

I play a piano without keys

 hearing songs from the past

While playing something waiting to finally be

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Beautiful especially love last and fourth verses well done

[Jon Roggie]

I thank you much.
My favorite is the last.
I can only keep trying.
A response makes me try.
Time for another!

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Loved it really !

[Jon Roggie]

Thank you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

whether hitting the keys to make music or to make poetry...there is still much to be made...so we want to get rid of the rust...unlock those keys...and play.
such wonderful metaphor here.

j.

[Jon Roggie]

It was time to stretch the fingers.
Thank you!
Jon

[Chris Shaw]

'I play a piano without keys
hearing songs from the past'

This little poem gave me wonderful pictures. I saw that piano in all its original glory, polished and perfectly tuned. I heard the tinkling of the keys and I also saw you trying to imagine how that would have been, seated years later amid the dust and lack of ivories.

Beautiful sentiment here Jon. Happy New year to you.

Chris

[Jon Roggie]

My thanks to you.
It sounds like you were able to sit down at the piano yourself.
A Happy New Year to you as well.

Jon

[Chris Shaw]

Good to see you posting again Jon.

[Jon Roggie]

Hopefully, I will be around more often. Depends where creativity is focused!

Jon

[Chris Shaw]

Hope so :)

[Lorry]

This is beautiful Jon. Like vision without sight, we can ignore the automatic labels of judgement on an object or person, and see them for what they are, and what they are is just another us living a different life, instead of something or someone to be labelled and discarded without any rational thought occurring.
There's many a fine tune played on a pre-loved fiddle. 😀
What a wonderful end, leading us into hearing a faint tune playing in our minds.

[Jon Roggie]

Labeling is a touch out of control in the States. I try to ignore it, but have to slap myself upside the head every now and then.
By the way, the family piano is still in the family.
Good to hear from you Lorry.

Jon