I have sat so long at this broke piano
my fingers are numb, my body hollow.
Void of all meaning, without any words,
Once strong emotions now cease to serge.
Yet my autumn song is crisp and clear,
even though it doesn’t sound in any ear.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I have sat so long at this broke piano
my fingers are numb, my body hollow.
Void of all meaning, without any words,
Once strong emotions now cease to serge.
Yet my autumn song is crisp and clear,
even though it doesn’t sound in any ear.
Love the contrast you set up between the hollow body void of meaning and the autumn song crisp and clear. Great use of the photo prompt