Intro: This is a new,longer version of a poem that was written for my mum. It was recently entered in a competition, but, as the results have now been announced (and I wasn't one of the winners) I can now put it on the site.
There it stands
In the light
It sparkles,
As sunbeams spread
Like fingers,
Across the keys.
Soundless,
And waiting to be played.
The music
Resting there
On its stand,
A page of notes that dance.
There they stay
Frozen in time,
As they wait to be played.
There it stands
In the shadows
Now the sun has gone,
Large,
Dull,
Black,
It waits to be played.
