Piano

I just received a letter saying this poem will be published by United press in an anthology, so I thought I would share (:

The black and white keys of the piano 

only require the lightest of touches

and they spill out their souls

they sing us their sorrows

they told him he was sick, he played the piano

his wife cried along to the humble tune

when he forgot she reminded him,

when he forgot again, she reminded him again

he forgot their grandchildren, he forgot the date

she told him of sweet Lucy, to the tune of his love

he forgot about their children, he even forgot their wedding 

through it all she would remind him, as the keys revealed the song in his heart

one day he sat at the piano, but his mind had been stolen

his wife knew it had gone too far, something too precious was taken

his fingers did not know what to do; they paused above with tears in his eyes

she lost her husband that day, the keys were never pressed again.