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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