Emotional story about a loving family torn apart by tragedy and death. Told from the daughter’s point of view.

When I was little and you were there

You would play your piano

Your fingers would flutter and fly

Across a black and white world

Tunes so sweet and tender

I would laugh and dance in the sun

Sounds so compelling and soulful

I would lie and listen for hours

Melodies so soft and airy

I would float into my dreams

You were beautiful when you played

Immersed in your Place of Music.

He would come when you were done

And place a Rose on those black and white keys

He brought color to your world

But then he died. and your world became gray

There was no more music

I stopped dancing, stopped listening

My dreams were heavy and dark.

Years have passed and so have you

I found myself in the room with your piano

It pulled me in.

I fingered the smooth wood and felt your soft hair

The keys grasped my hands as yours once did

Sitting, the piano held me in your embrace

Yet, it was not complete

You were still only shades of gray

But I could change that now

I placed your Rose

Forever on those black and white keys.

We are together again

Free to dance and frolic

In your Place of Music.

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