The house sits empty.
Deserted for years.
Dust its sole visitor.
The grand piano waits for a voice.
Someone to play its keys.
One last song before
it’s too late.
Before its beauty is lost.
Before it joins the dust.
Come play me.
COME PLAY ME
The house sits empty.
Deserted for years.
Dust its sole visitor.
The grand piano waits for a voice.
Someone to play its keys.
One last song before
it’s too late.
Before its beauty is lost.
Before it joins the dust.
Come play me.
SUSANNE LEIST 
The unfortunate, sad and lonely piano got the fortune and beautiful company of your lovely words. What else it can desire for? Awesome lines on Piano. Love it.
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Thank you. Sometimes the inanimate can feel alive.
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Yes. Pulseless things live a deep life. 🙂
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The piano seemed so sad waiting for someone to play it before time was up and the house fell to dust.
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Loving the piano, that in itself made this lovely for me, but the visual picture you painted in words, along with your choice of words, was outstanding. Love this Susanne! ❤ Kimba
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