Genevieve Pilat (02/1991 / New Jersey, USA)
The abandoned piano in the corner of the room
Left alone while you had to depart
The aching sadness of a missing partner
The death of a loving heart.
Such joyous music filled the air
While you tickled the ivories day and night
The songs you played brought happiness to share
You made everything just seem right.
What wondrous things you and your piano would make
The greatest romance that was ever shared
The thought of either one leaving the love
Is something that could never be bared.
Yet now you’re gone no longer playing
Though your soul still lingers on
And in the air a final melody echoes
Your pure love, the never ending song.
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