Black and white, they rest in place

held in their wooden tomb, lost in space

a haven bathed in bright moonlight 

in a sports hall on a quiet night

 

A break in time can be so rare

Capturing the now from the glare

Free at last, I roam the grounds

To bathe in light and glorious sound

 

A feast for the eyes and the soul

The waves fill my unworthy ear holes

Such a beautiful sight is a piano

When the soul knows where it needs to go

 

My fingers rest upon her tired keys

But still in tune ever so slightly

Such a gift on a quiet night as this

When all fall asleep to this wonderful bliss