The Piano

From your piano
the golden notes that sing
the sounds of life and love
more pure and real than earthly things,
migrating us back to places and times
buried in tombs marked
by solemn epitaph the final ending.
To know ourselves from times before
that stretch to now the written legacy,
to carry forth the dreams of yore
into a new beginning.

One continuous stream of light,
brighter than brightest rays of day,
softer than quiet glimmers of night,
speak to us and point the way
we have long forgotten.

Without you life of beauty is lost;
without you life lived is grim;
without you our dreams slowly fade
to empty material whim.

Speak piano, forever speak
the golden tones we cannot say,
with your magic wand of flitter cast
the future for us to make.

Copyright 2009 Francis Don Daniels