Sunday, May 13, 2012


From the other room I hear you play, sing
Fun ditties on the piano. You lay
Out the keys profoundly, so do they ring
Out from the highest heights! Bright as the day.
Yet behind glory is a note of pain,
And even as the moon in time doth wane
By the power of the sun that moves on
And forgets his love as he goes anon,
So too does your music begin to stray,
And your heart upon it begins to weigh.
But it is for the best, as the silence
Tells me that you are happier with this
Great weight of sorrow, your music goes hence
Much better; a melody of great bliss.

                                  Pianist, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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