My dear piano.
Our tuneful melody will play on,
It can continue,
It can be salvaged.
Six long years,
A journey of ups and downs,
In my life.
I never realized,
It pains me to know
That I am the cause of our parting,
This will be the last time.
I touch the ebony black and ivory white,
Memories embedded into the wood,
Tunes played everyday,
I’ve seen a lot of bottom to top and top to bottom poems lately (I’m not sure what to call them), so I decided to write my own. It’s in need of a lot of work, but since I was going to write something about my last chance of performing with my piano, I decided to choose this “format.” I’m happy to say that I will be continuing to play piano (the whole quitting incident is over with now) and exploring the depths of Gershwin and Bach!