The Upright Piano – July 31, 2014

The upright piano

Credit: Favim



It was a misty hour at dawn
When walking through the woods I heard
A melody echoing through the trees
It was neither wind nor bird …

At that misty hour of dawn
It was a melody of a ghostly strain
An echo of a piano filled the air …
Like a sonata by Mozart or Chopin

I thought, how odd to hear this sound …
Perhaps it comes from the valley below,
Someone playing most beauteously
I continued on my morning walk.

Then I came upon an object,
Which I’d never thought to see …
T’was an old abandoned upright piano
In the undergrowth among the trees.

The music had stopped I noted then
I touched the keys, they were dead …
This could not be the eerie source
Of the music of that misty dawn.

I went along that misty morn …
Then I felt a chill go through my hair.
When the piano was far behind me
Music again echoed through the air.



Written for Freewrite

12 thoughts on “The Upright Piano – July 31, 2014

  1. Pingback: Yesterday’s Posts – 30 and 31 July 2014 | Bastet and Sekhmet's Library

  2. This actually happened to me. But it wasn’t a misty morning. It was right smack dab in the middle of a sunny meadow. I couldn’t understand. What were spring flowers and a haunting piano doing in a scene together. I think they were hatching a scheme to murder innocent writers of their senses!


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