Broken Keys

January 15, 2011
By being.me SILVER, Port Washingtom, Wisconsin
being.me SILVER, Port Washingtom, Wisconsin
7 articles 4 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Lifes not about making your presence know but rather about having your absence felt.. (:
A piano with broken keys, still plays (:


In an old consignment shop,
I searched for a surprise.
And as I walked around,
A single thing caught my eyes.
A beautiful piano, 
Sat beneath the windowsill.
And as I sat there on it's bench,
My fingers began to trill.
I sat and played that piano. 
A long, long time ago.
I played and played for hours.
Until it was time to go.
I visited that instrument,
Of joy and pain and tears
That piano in the consignment shop,
From back so many years.
And when I went back this year,
I didn't know I'd find.
That my old piano,
Wasn't what I had in mind.
The keys were cracked or missing
And the tarnish almost gone.
It looked as though I had been,
Away for far to long.
I looked at the old piano. 
And decided what to do.
I sat down on the broken bench,
And played Handle's No. 2.
As my fingers graced those keys,
Off tune but without flaw.
That piano played my song,
And a passerby watched in awe. 
For what that person didn't know, 
But they found out that day.
Is that even a piano with broken keys,
Is a piano that will play.


The author's comments:
I love playing the piano and it also has a hidden meaning that just because something in life may look hopeless, for all you know it could still be perfect on the inside.

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on Jan. 31 2011 at 9:52 pm
Whats.The.Purpose BRONZE, Saukville, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
If you judge people, you have no time to love them

Another good poem, about how you can't always judge a book by its cover. Or in this case piano and that, everything can create beautiful music if you just give it a chance.


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