it sits there
full of dust as it’s been set aside for so many years now
ornaments upon piles of ornaments
stack on top of it
I haven’t played in a while
for how long?
I can’t tell
it’s been quite long
since my fingers felt the keys of white and black
since I heard the sound
the sound
the sound now is lost, broken
the notes crumpled
over the years of no use
on display but forgotten
it doesn’t sound as well as it used to
as melodious as it was
yet I try to remember the songs
and let my memory catch up with my fingers
as they glide through the keyboards
as the sound, broken yet energetic
even if the melody is off
I play it with the passion long forgotten
Maria Michaela Poetry 