Graves Of The Pianos

once upon a time, in a far away place
there was a city built by God's grace
it was a place with ivory flats all around
and where black sharps could be found

where the air was laced
with melodies
and where fingers are placed
upon ivory keys

an ocean of endless symphonies
a garden of God's music so heavenly
a place where sound was the only way
beautiful notes played every day

one day, unfortunately, this all had ceased
by a storm with a destructible misery
a jealous storm destroyed this blessed town
a jealous storm took it all down

a demon they say
was the storm that day
a jealous, devious little devil
filled with rage ,hatred and evil.

and so they say
that this very day
was the day
that the music stopped.
the day that the demon
took out his feelings
and destroyed
what was once an Eden.


to this very day
uponeth this hill lay
the very shallow graves
of God's musical graces

the air is silent;
the air is still
the breeze is quiet
and calm and chilled

and some say
that their ghosts remain
with drifting melodies,
chorus and refrain

the ivory keys
the black sharps
the wooden bodies
and the empty wooden hearts.
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by: chrissie e. pietrowski (C) 2005-2010