The Piano 1

There was the sound of your voice,

echoed through the air

it whispered in my ear sweet lullabies.

Fingers lightly touching black and white keys,

they were cracked and old withered, fragile, vulnerable.

You played me a song and I sang with you.

I could sleep tonight,

but I'd rather hear your voice sing,

so I can be with you and you are here with me.