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Rated: E · Poetry · Music · #2087003
When the music stopped being played...
1st Place 'Poem' - Newbies ONLY Short Story & Poem Contest ~ June 2016.

Death of a Grand Piano

Standing in its own silence,
which is nearly deafening,
is a once magnificent grand piano,
its ivory keys hugged by black spiders.

The ticking of the grandfather clock
sneers with superiority at the sad piano,
at least someone has kept it running,
indifference to the piano palpable.

Slowly dying from worm rot and neglect,
it once played the beautiful music of the world,
now left alone with only fading memories
of music eaten by time and dust.

Once lovingly stroked keys
have yellowed, becoming chipped and sticky,
once grandly hammered strings
lie frayed and ragged.

Formerly exotic Brazilian rosewood
is scarred and pitted from neglect,
lack of attention and love,
a shame for the once grand beauty.

Yet, the grand piano happily remembers…

The booming crescendo of a sonata,
fortissimo of an orchestral piece,
meter measured like heart beats,
and the pianissimo of a lullaby.

Staccato, like hail, hitting a tin roof,
trills in Beethoven’s compositions,
animato of a Broadway theme,
and the joy it had brought to its family.

Sadly, there are no more memories...

When the music stopped
in a furious grand finale,
the piano became forever silenced,
as its heart slowly stopped.

And the grand piano died.

The grandfather clock’s tick-tock
will never be silenced,
as it marks the passage of time
for us all.

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