♫So take me back to a familiar place
where the tears come streaming down my face again
oh, and I can’t hide
all of the doubts that take me far away from
the piano that my hands were made to play
the rain and shine
so here I’ll stay
and ever I will play these ol’ keys.♫
There's a fine layer
on 88,
though middle
C (see?)
has seen play
and the tink tink
of an absentminded thumb
Pages yellowed
and curled
have closed their throats
to 98
songs loosed
before my heart knew how
to pour
or the beat
of it's own
bass
maybe it's time
to dust
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