An Old Piano Poem by banamala sen

Morning!
An old Piano in front of me!
Try to bring back the music when I used to dance like a butterfly, and glide like a swan!
No cares in the world touched me!
Lost those days!
Look outside through my front window -
The world moves as it should be,
although it's raining non-stop,
The tall branches of Maple swaying in the wind,
Still now the tree is bare, like a broken-hearted grieving mother, who lost her family, and extending arms to the sky in prayer.
Come back my music, I will live as long as you are,
In My Life!