Where does the music go when the playing is done?
Perhaps each graceful note floats to Heaven above.
With spectacles removed and the strings ever quiet,
the notes on the pages stand firmly in place.
Standing quiet and ready it will never again know
the touch of the skilled fingers it loved for so long.
Yet it stands there just waiting, keys in ready, music there
for it's next graceful melody that may never be heard.
I will always remember the sounds of those keys
as they were played so lovingly by those old withered hands.
I will always remember the melodies well-known.
If the notes aren't in Heaven they are still in my heart.
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