Piano

Her fingers frail on wrinkled hands
Played gentle on ivory keys
Her melody sang pure and sweet
If only for her to please
Twas once a melody of the sun
And brazen once was she
To have played a song, or maybe two
Upon hours only for me

Tentative ears, and twinkling eyes
Listened as she played on
And smiles passed across her lips
As the piano's voice rang out her song
But only for her did the piano sing
As her hands made music sigh
The old piano soon lost it's tune
And her music lost it's cry

Her fingers frail and cold with age
All too soon forgot
How to play a sweet melody
Her memory was distraught
But soon again music came
From a Grandchild young as she
Took her place before that old piano
As her fingers played the keys