The keys were glass
Yet reflected like mirrors
All his scars and wrinkles
His rivulets from dried tears.
His weathered fingers were placed upon
That first, beginning note.
Memories were resurrected
From the piece he once wrote.
The joy, anger, and fear,
The despair, hope, and glee,
The feelings all reenacted
From one old memory.
His face curved into a familiar smile
As the glass notes played their part,
As the strings that held him vanished
And sunlight fell on his heart.
Yet reflected like mirrors
All his scars and wrinkles
His rivulets from dried tears.
His weathered fingers were placed upon
That first, beginning note.
Memories were resurrected
From the piece he once wrote.
The joy, anger, and fear,
The despair, hope, and glee,
The feelings all reenacted
From one old memory.
His face curved into a familiar smile
As the glass notes played their part,
As the strings that held him vanished
And sunlight fell on his heart.
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