The Piano Poem by Tamlin Arthur Draper
The Piano
A frail hand remembers and plays
A melody of majors and minors
With not one soul to listen
But undusted captures in greyscale
And souvenirs scattered
Across a mantlepiece left over from
Voyages now long left forlorn.
That song: the survivor still
Spared in his mind
By the muscle memory for
Note upon note upon chord, thus
With flawless memorialisation
His melody of majors and minors
His frail hand remembers and plays.
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