Apparitions of a Haunted Piano

by Love   Sep 2, 2017


Sometimes,
The only comfort,
That can be found in this life for me,
Are bestowed upon these silky, ivory keys.

Such an adored withered piano,
That has long ago been passed,
From eons of many generations.

It can sing amongst the most broken-hearted of dirges,
From woven tales of such long abandoned secret paths,
Which rightfully, can never be verbally expressed.

Nor can such memories,
Ever be truly forgotten.

For it can pass down sacred knowledge,
Justly so,
On how broken the heart and crippled mind,
Can tragically be.

Or just how tired and torn,
That the soul can lamentably become.

(Oh, how my sweet melodies weep...)

I only hope the next bearer,
Of such a precious gift,
Will take the time to softly listen,
Ever so quietly, amongst the darkened shadows of themselves,
As much as I have done so,
On those many dreary nights.

For this piano, is much wiser than you and I.
And the ghostly energy left imprinted,
Upon such poetic keys,
Can leave the bearer to discover,
Not just how to mend a broken spirit,
But, to teach upon such a wondrous heart....

On just how much,
That can truly be heard,
-To sing-
Unequivocally so,
Into the depths of ones bottomless soul.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Em

    This gave me goosebumps

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