Days Gone By

My attempt to write0 a poem that doesn't ryhme.

My memories are like symphonies

The Cellos playing my heart-strings

And the Winds that took my breath away

Heart beats that matched those of Percussion

And the Brass that screamed like my fits of anger

But what I’ll remember the most

Is the lonely Piano

Its soft plinking keys match

The tears rolling down off my face

If I can some how find a way

To bring it all together

What would I call it?

Days gone by