The Little Piano Long Gone

Looking at the ivory gives a chill,

touching the key is like ice

pushing it down, creaking softly

a sound of delight fills the room

before the note stops it turns into a song

what a joyous tune fills the lonely room

If only the song would stay for all ears

but people grow old and the little piano

is long gone but in the lonely walls

Still lies the memory of a song from

 the little piano long gone