The upright piano
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.
Love this!
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Yeah! Thanks for dropping by.
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Love the idea of a haunted piano! You’ve painted its eerie beauty so well. =)
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Thanks … the muse saw a piano in a misty woods … perhaps it wasn’t very original but I’m glad you liked it!
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Oh I want to sing scary music x
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Wonder what Michael Jackson would have done.
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lol
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hehe i wonder x
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🙂
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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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Wow … nw that is wierd!
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