a poem by Charles Fisher, UK

The piano hush
She just stood. Her thoughts lost in her tears
His thick hands and gentle fingers once played
The piano keys with passion
For hours and hours he used to play.
The past. His pastime. His family pastime
The children gather around when young`
Her late husband enjoyed the centre of attraction
Late sounds so...strange. He's dead he's not late
A big child at heart her husband is was
Her tears hush
Musical tunes hush
In her heart his music not hushed
Now those musical piano notes in a tomb
The lid of the piano like a coffin lid closed for eternity

Her boys took his piano
Laid the piano in a cellar they did
Underneath a mansion down the west end
Where the posh dust gathered

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