English: Abandoned home in Ambridge. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This broken keyboard can still play
If your fingers stir this way
This room so white, a covered cloud
With no memories or words allowed
Furniture hides beneath these sheets
And if you view it, hit repeat
The echoes of these empty rooms
Reminds of flowers yet to bloom
This broken keyboard’s melody
Is jagged, lost and sadly free
I’ve lingered in this hall too long
To bear to hear your fretful song
The staged removals here announce
Secrets in words I can’t pronounce
It could have been a day, a year
Since life has stirred the fabric here
This broken keyboard can still play
If your fingers stir this way
But now there’s nothing left to say
You wouldn’t want to, anyway…
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Neat poem Helen, old things covered but retaining memories. Lovely poem.
Thank you, inspired by a photo I saw of an abandoned home with lots of furnishing covered and a broken piano… 🙂 🙂
Ok. My FAVORITE post of yours EVER. love the symbolism and the piano references.
Thanks Ray, much appreciated!! 🙂 🙂
You know I’m a sucker for pianos.
🙂
Perfection, Helen!! I always wonder what memories live in old homes that have been abandoned. Poor old piano. I bet it once entertained endlessly. 🙂
I’m sure it did! thanks dear Skye!! 🙂 xxxx
“This broken keyboard can still play
If your fingers stir this way
But now there’s nothing left to say
You wouldn’t want to, anyway…”
… so moving!
Thank you !!! 🙂 🙂
Love this Helen. The stories that could be told by these old abandoned homes, pianos, furniture, etc, Fun to think about them.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂