A Tail Of Two Piano Poem by dana besarani

I feel that the life of the poor is like a neglected piano abandoned in front of a train station; every now and then, it is touched by a strange finger and then left behind. There, the black and white keys wrestle with each other, with no one around to ask about the pain of its cracks...

On the other hand, I feel the lives of the others are different; rare and magnificent, like the pianos inside an opera house. When they are touched by a skilled finger, the black and white keys become a symphony, leading life toward silence and a journey of inspiration... just like the stroll of lovers from the past century along the banks of springs and rivers.

Dana Besarani