my feet
didn’t reach the floor
but small hands
fit perfectly on ivory
shakin
black lacquer
shinin
under lamplight
and deep inside me
that tired child
full of heavy nights
he couldn’t understand
felt the notes turn warm
under my fingers
and suddenly
a piece of my heart
sounded less alone
Beautifully penned, 253. Another excellent write with honest storytelling my friend. Always like when you talk about the piano brother. Maybe even more so now. I started taking piano lessons about three months ago. It’s been a wonderful experience so far. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
awesome. glad you’re enjoyin learnin it. probably most important thing in my life. appreciate it.