The sound of my life is a grand piano
Meandering meaninglessly over streets paths rivers and lakes
The drum beat is subdued
And fades into gentle beats
The lights from my stage are soft
They do not aggressively demand
Entry into your eyesight
My band plays a simple forgotten
Summer rhythm, provokes laughter
And subdued conversation
And it is drowned by the consequence of people milling about
My stage is in the back
My grand piano plays a sharp note
Those in the audience turn
One sheds a tear until the plodding delicate rhythm resumes
No more shall my grand piano offend
Any ears
A collection of poems and musings by a rookie poet and constant dreamer - J.O.S.H
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