I touched the keys then locked the door,
Attic of past, songs no more.
The rusty steel piano hinge,
A painful whine.
The last sore note, it ever played.
But memories resonate of melody past,
Harmonic heritage, songs of last…
Last goodnights, last lullabies.
Long last love songs, last carols hummed.
Sealed in an attic, retired from song,
Doesn’t seem to quite belong.
But resurrect its treasured keys,
A tribute to sweet memories.