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Click hereEverything about this grayscale piano --
from its keys like uneven teeth,
in need of more than brushing
to remove the dust and decay
that years of mistreatment
and neglect have caused --
to the space it occupies,
all bricks and mortar, rough-hewn,
cold and under-used,
bespeak a painful loss.
No music warms the cold places
in that stony room.
No sharps and flats swell round
the empty spaces,
nor wisps of airy tunes
disturb the curled leaves
of the abandoned sheets.
A paradox on legs,
the ancient instrument seems
a statement of fragility and force.
Fortissimo, pianissimo...
no sounds at all
defy the rigid quiet,
or mar the weathered stillness
of this antique...
disregarded, disrespected,
a hushed requiem for a life
lived far too long,
or else too soon discarded...
its death an unvoiced crescendo.
I like Cleardaynow's take, not so much because it may be correct, rather it addresses the piano as an allegory for any number of matters. Nicely done.
We are carried through by the lovely and well structured words to believe in your two sorrowful alternatives.
Logic does not intrude and tell us it could also have been the resented imposition by parents with social aspirations on a child with no love for music or hard work.
I am not trying to undercut the mythic creation - I am saying how well it has been done.
very much like how you offset the contrasts, play them off against eachother... love your description of the music and curled music sheets
some lovely language used throughout, musical in their own right