A NOSTALGIC NIGHT WITH MY OLD PIANO

I came across my grand piano

Oh ! we kept alive for years

And tonight, she is alone

Screaming! play me, play me, I’m all Yours.

Oh! my fingers ain't winding our lyrical moments

Bitterness and sweetness consuming my soul.

Once playing with love and passion

for hours and hours on moonlight sonata

Adored together once with great enthusiasm

Tonight, she is abandoned to survive alone

In her old covers, with no touch of the soul

And my heart burning in tears and wines.

Music was only her decoration!

Ah! Romance was smoothly rewinding on keys

Fine-tuning, writing our epic songs once

Together with my beloved hubby

Tonight, she is weeping with me!

Couldn't strike off thou melody.

One candlelight night turned spring into Halloween

Oh ! Why do I get to feature our fateful last song?

My notes go astray, choices screw up, heads back to bed

Tonight, I am over-longing to feel the locked heart

For now, everything burnt alive except ---

The love sign on our old piano to her ivory keys!

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I still feel you,

While the Bittersweet melody of the tango resounds,

I trace my fingers and with every melody my heart burns, my tears claim for liberty.

For you, i wish you the best my love,

For me, i'll consume my soul in this cup of wine, for tomorrow i will forget everything.

The audience has gone

The performance over

But the performer unfulfilled

Sits down to release

From her heart through fingertips

Plucking at keys of black and white

Her pain in a melody she plays

With eyes closed

Instinctively choosing each next note

The acoustics in this empty space

Envelop her in a sweet embrace

She plays until her fingers are numb

And the tears that were flowing

Are finally done

As I sit here I start to wonder

Why do I seem to always blunder

My words, they always go astray

Dumb things I seem to say

My mind goes in all directions

No day is an exception

Smart choices, I've made a few

like logging on to be with you

But later I know I will screw up

Just now I knocked over my cup

Maybe I should just go back to bed

and pull the covers over my head

Sing a song of sadness, my fingers stroke the keys,

I can bring tears to your eyes and the longing to be free.

You can walk away but hold a misery from my song,

Listen closely. Perhaps you can sing along.

© Cynthia Clark

She plays her heart, sees in her head

The grand concert hall full of people

Many years of practice, so much money spent

Playing anywhere less, like the dive bar on the corner

Is a waste of her parents' sacrifice

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Beautiful music is in my mind

But the right keys my fingers can not find

I want to express my thoughts so bad

being unable to do that makes me sad

Will someone please show me how to play

so I can share with you what I have to say

You played me

Running your fingers

over my delicately tuned form.

Blind. - You know which keys to press.

To enhance sweet music from me.

Happily and playfully,

my white notes singing love.

The darker side brings juxtaposed

moods and sadness,

pedalling drama and bitterness.

You know just how to play me.

(c) A M Docherty

Pembrokeshire, UK