Broken Keys This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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A sea of broken keys,
missing chords and leaking dreams.
It’s a bittersweet wave;
a salty sea and golden beams.

Piano strewn across the shore
with the sand between its toes;
the sweet sea beating its keys
into the most beautiful prose.

The salty tears leak onto its ivory
bleeding sorrow, faith and music to be –
reflected in its glass –
a wistful moment waits to pass.

Suddenly,
the sea disappears:
taking its tears and thousand steady beats,
leaving me lonely in my own living room.

A single piano stands alone,
perched on my carpet, lace upon its top,
waiting for me to sit down
and play its beautiful melodies.

But all I have is a bunch of sheets and bars;
a jumbled mess of notes at best.
A gorgeous piano with nothing to play,
while I sit jealous of a broken sea, far,
far away …

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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