Silent Remains


Silent Remains

I found an old upright piano in a wet meadow
a shiny black crow clamored about
overhead lazy clouds floated in the bluest sky
while drops of water like scattered rhinestones lay
across patches of still waxed rosewood.

I climbed on top to investigate my treasure
many questions weighing on my mind
quizzically I pressed an ivory key with my toe
but it remained silent-guarding its secrets.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.

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