...Corrective Criticism please? Here in this forgotten room,
A Piano of old sits,
Wanting someone to play Him Again,
Wishing for someone to sit and Bless the world with His music,
To slide there fingers up and down the Ebony and Ivory keys.
He Thought "Music is a way of Life, it takes away the Toil and Strife",
"It takes you to a place of which you never want to leave".
It knows this all to well.
Soaked in the Shadows that fall upon His Burgundy wood,
Needing the Vibration from his keys of which
He has almost long forgotten.
Dust keeps building on top of His figure,
Shiny white keys still waiting,
But they wait for nothing for no one is coming tonight.
Listening to Adagios that still linger in the air,
He hears Trills, Beats, and Crescendo's,
all are racing through Him.
This made Him want to cry,
If only a Piano could...
He thought about his Far past owner who loved Him so much,
How He, on the Piano played so many Adagios, Sonata's,and
Nocturne's.
"Where would He be if not for Me?" The Piano asked.
"How could He have left me?" The Piano asked.
"We both gave the World so much!" The Piano said.
But still standing in that dark room,
Forgotten and alone,Stood a Piano,
Beethoven's Piano.
A Piano of old sits,
Wanting someone to play Him Again,
Wishing for someone to sit and Bless the world with His music,
To slide there fingers up and down the Ebony and Ivory keys.
He Thought "Music is a way of Life, it takes away the Toil and Strife",
"It takes you to a place of which you never want to leave".
It knows this all to well.
Soaked in the Shadows that fall upon His Burgundy wood,
Needing the Vibration from his keys of which
He has almost long forgotten.
Dust keeps building on top of His figure,
Shiny white keys still waiting,
But they wait for nothing for no one is coming tonight.
Listening to Adagios that still linger in the air,
He hears Trills, Beats, and Crescendo's,
all are racing through Him.
This made Him want to cry,
If only a Piano could...
He thought about his Far past owner who loved Him so much,
How He, on the Piano played so many Adagios, Sonata's,and
Nocturne's.
"Where would He be if not for Me?" The Piano asked.
"How could He have left me?" The Piano asked.
"We both gave the World so much!" The Piano said.
But still standing in that dark room,
Forgotten and alone,Stood a Piano,
Beethoven's Piano.