"Oh, my love." sighed the Piano,
her spirit full of memories
from 50 years ago.
The keys that ache with longing
to be touched as they had once been touched.
Memories of nights long ago
when Idols gathered to pray by her side
whose voices echoed into silence long ago
in the cellar.
She had once been adorned in music
like sacrificial robes
and held courtships with those Kings
who have long since left her.















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