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play me Lonely piano sits collecting dust No fingers to play it anymore Its music has been silenced by time A decoration. Nothing more. It longs for some hands to touch its keys It longs for a foot on its pedals An empty bench is all that remains by its side Decorated by trophies and metals. How it longs to put sound in the air To sing the story of somebody’s soul Now it’s only a collector of dust So undeserving, Of such a role. How sad to contain a symphony, Epitome of unrealized beauty So dignified in the corner of the room Fulfilling its unwanted duty. One day its owner returned Death following closely behind And he sat on the bench and started to play, Play a tune that could stop Father time. Notes travelling through the air, Carrying memories of joy and strife Lonely piano so joyous in its last duet, Playing the soundtrack, Of someone’s life.  ~ Jolielaide  |
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oh there you are! long time no see  ~ Jolielaide
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7/10/2008 9:13 pm |
That's how my old piano is sits. Sitting there collecting dust. Time has taken it's toll on the old piano all alone. No one to play for it's out of tune, this old piano... [I God is pure love...
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7/11/2008 5:23 am |
still can be make magical sound.. in reach of the right.... "
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That's how my old piano is sits. Sitting there collecting dust. Time has taken it's toll on the old piano all alone. No one to play for it's out of tune, this old piano...  ~ Jolielaide
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aren't we all?  ~ Jolielaide
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still can be make magical sound.. in reach of the right....  ~ Jolielaide
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rudy... i will if i'm not too exhausted these days  ~ Jolielaide
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