"Life", for Piano
Since birth, a song is played for us,
And by us,
Dictated and written by more than
Our own hands.
For those that influence us
Are shown in the sweet movements
And concertos we compose,
Intertwining joy, and happiness, and smiles
With the sunshine of summers.
And then the creeping of the minor
Harmony, a constant shadow through
The dark winter days.
And as we age, the song grows
And lessens in complexity,
An arc-like motion.
Diminuendo, legato and slow
Are the heavy bass chords that indicate
Sleep. Warm, comfortable sleep.
And in that sleep, as your last breath is
Stolen swiftly away,
The song that was yours, all through life,
Ceases, at once, to play,
And, though the dust settles,
The piano keys play on.
For many millions of people
Still write and play their songs.