Grandeur Minor
By: Maycko Macapugas


Silent is the room that once played the ivories
For his fingers are lifeless
Dust has fallen in the cracks, sleeping forever on the strings
Life no longer resides within these wooden walls.
The faded black ebony lay invisible in the lightless night.
Here are the keys that no longer play stage for fingers that once danced on them
Melodies of old echo, echo, echo.
Rustic red copper will never relive or remember the performance days
Sleep, sleep, always the same, sitting
Patience dear one, notes will hopefully play again
Bright is the sun that illuminates the old piece
Waiting is all it does, mimicking the music box, all wound up ready to be opened
Emotion strikes dead in the heart, no more melody
Keys sit dormant like a see waiting to bloom
The puzzle of white and black no longer will ting
Here she awaits the heir of her former legacy.

Emadev

January 20, 2011 at 10:57 PM PST

I am not a poem person but I like this one. I realised after I read it the second time that this is a poem about a piano(grand one).