Bleeding Keys

Splintering and missing keys
With splendor
the old piano bleeds
Out of tune
it sweetly cries
Left outside

Set aside
Cracked it sits through Winter’s freeze
Every once in a while a player tries
To get old keys to surrender
Under clouded moon
A bit of care is what it needs

To true love this piano heeds
A melody buried deep inside
Beautiful the dying croon
Still alive, it cries, through stiffened keys
Tattered, tough, yet tender
Struggling ivory begins to seize

The piano cries calm to restless breeze
its cries tame restless needs
Standing still in graceful splinter
Standing left remains outside
Found abandoned suddenly the piano frees
Not to landfill will this piano surrender

Full of soul the drifter’s tune
Weeping the piano holds up with pride
Evoking dreams with old soul ease
Secret cries a piano pleads
Many lost piano keys

 Such life a piano sees
 With soul this piano bleeds
 Many soul this piano frees