The house sits empty.
Deserted for years.
Dust its sole visitor.
The 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.
Play me.
The house sits empty.
Deserted for years.
Dust its sole visitor.
The 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.
Play me.
