The Piano Dreamed

Maleah Pond, Contributing Writer

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The piano dreamed,

It’s keys aching to be heard,

The chords shaking in fear.

The sleek, black paint hungering to be watched.

The lights screamed out in cheers,

Touching the piano with warm fingertips.

The keys danced for the light,

Hearts singing in tune.

Chords laughed with the keys,

The new melody thinking of what to do next.

Fingertips glided across the sleek paint,

Just like it had always dreamed.

The piano dreamed,

Its lips uttering a cry.

The keys became silent,

And the chords ceased to shake.