Playing piano for the last time (Ukraine)

Amid the chaos and cruelty of war,
amid the bombings, the fires,
amid the desperate attempts to flee,
amid the broken glass, smashed pots,
abandoned belongings,
the woman uncovers her beloved piano,
wipes the dark dust from the keys,
and then,
for the last time,
the very last time,
she sits down in her coat and hat and
she plays,
her hands floating across the keys,
creating notes of hope and peace
to fill the shattered home that
she now must leave behind.

21 thoughts on “Playing piano for the last time (Ukraine)

  1. The poem simply says ‘in every seeming ugliness there could still be found an iota of beauty’s. Thank you Susan. You inspire hope.

  2. The poem simply says ‘in every seeming ugliness there could still be found an iota of beauty’. Thank you Susan. You inspire hope.

  3. The poem simply says ‘in every seeming ugliness there could still be found an iota of beauty’. Thank you Diane. You inspire hope.

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