Just a Piano

PianoThis is just a piano, nothing more, nothing less. It has a story:

The day is unseasonably warm for early November and the blue sky above is clear. I walk hand-in-hand with Emeric, on our way to find adventure. We a looking for a piano for Emeric and Kira, one of our other piano playing friends. Kira had heard about a free church piano sitting somewhere in town and we were out in force. The idea is  to drag it back to the hostel. When we find it, the front panel is on the top, the string and mallard innards exposed to the world. Emeric drops my hand and runs his fingers along the keys, pressing, shaking his head. “Its all out of tune and the keys are stiff. Its too far gone for us to use.” His voice holds a bit of sadness, mourning the loss of a beautiful instrument. I feel the grandeur of the piano that still hangs in the air. This use to be an i instrument whose keys sang out its story every Sunday to a congregation of people. The beauty of the broken piano is one that is rarely seen, held together but sagging, still trying to share its story with the world.


Poem Update

This is a poem I wrote for day 3, but didn’t post until now.

From A Writing Prompt:

This place which is not a place,

Which does and does not have a corporeal home.

Infinitely bring all things together, swirling them round and round each other.

Dangerous, the only reason being if you fall in you can’t get out.

A wormhole through space and time, taking each of us different places.

Hither and tither across planes of thought and time.

Every person knows it is there, a spot in the sky, yet nothing is know about its inside. 

It is empty space, sucking in matter and leaking out light.

Mixing the good and bad all together.

Simply a black hole. 


For Day 4, I had no words at all.

Day 4:

Dry as an empty well,

There are no words in this head of mine,

Only marbles and random thoughts rattle around,

Waiting for the water of thoughts and letters to fill in again.


Day 5:

Heart stopped, day of blinding tears and crazy joy.

Family coming apart and then pulling together, for a celebration of reunion.

Smiles fill the air, unaffected by the storm outside, threatening snow.