Stone Piano

Seclusion weighs on the soul

Waiting.

Sorry.

  Have to take a moment.

You love them,

 but  never know.

He even gives a grin as he passes.

Doesn't appreciate all I do.

Walks into the garden.

Takes a seat.

Yes,

 it has a stool.

Hate the damn thing.

Seems like a mockery.

Glances over his shoulder,

 and beckons me toward him.

Sunglasses?

Sweet, old fool.

Fingers play the stone piano.

Reviews

[Ruth]

I can see the keys being played, this is very touching Jon, the visuals guide me towards this soul being in the garden tenderly playing the tune inside his head as the carer/family/friend or whoever it is feels the burden of such a responsibility yet does love them also...such a heart wrenching image actually and the poetry as always conveys such a vision with strength...

[Jon Roggie]

I couldn't decide on a song. It was a flip between Werewolves of London, or With a little help.

[Ruth]

"With A Little Help From My Friends" I think :)