It sits there, cold and lonely, no invitation beckoning me.
Sadly, my days are over, for that's the way it is for me.
A tear drops, as I remember the sounds we made together, you and me.
If I could, could I just try those ivories one more time?
Please, just one more time because
Yesterday I cried.
I cried for my piano.
©Ragdoll Billie
Striving for a world without Myasthenia Gravis
A tear drops, as I remember the sounds we made together, you and me.
If I could, could I just try those ivories one more time?
Please, just one more time because
Yesterday I cried.
I cried for my piano.
©Ragdoll BillieStriving for a world without Myasthenia Gravis
2 comments:
ragdoll
I cried for you when I read this posting. The pain comes through. I can't imagine how much you must miss your music.Jocelyn
Thanks Jocelyn. It has become the point on which to pile everything. :( It has been the hardest thing to lose. Maybe I'll write more about it at another time. Lots of feeling there!
You're doing good!
Ragdoll
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