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.
Capricious Poet 
This is such a lovely image: “while drops of water like scattered rhinestones lay
across patches of still waxed rosewood.”
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Thanks so much CC!
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drops of water like scattered rhinestones….. nice phrase. It is a bit unsettling but lovely at the same time.
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Thanks for coming to read!
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I like you image of the silent piano. Left in such a beautiful setting, and keeping it’s music hidden in the past.
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I’m so happy you liked it!
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Such an interesting image and poem, thanks. K.
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Thank you for commenting and coming by.
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This is very cool, from the unexpected piano in the meadow, to the playing of a key with one toe. Awesome!
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I don’t know how I came up with the toe but it worked. Thanks Sherry!
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drops of water like scattered rhinestones lay
across patches of still waxed rosewood…
Beautifully haunting..!!
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You always say the nicest things about my work. Thank you Sanaa!
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It is keeping its music to itself… 🙂
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It owns its music forever Susie.
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I find the image of that silent piano both mysterious and unsettling… like a muted voice…
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That’s an interesting outlook Bjorn I like it. Thank you!
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