Seated at my beloved piano I play my song
To all who would hear
The light my canopy
The play is not for praise
Alone but the myriad humanity that holds both lightness and darkness
For the soul
That I can interact with you
Silently over board with your smiles, rapture, tears, and frowns
To my medley
Seated I play for the world, the medley of my life carrying on
The numbers who hear me multiply
But the audience never changes
In the same white canopy you sit
Listening to the medley and replying
Answering my call; my life.
And so, I live.
YOU ARE READING
Ambience (Poetry Book 2)
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. This is my second book of poetry with the first, "Poems of the Atmos". Unless mentioned otherwise, none of the photos are mine. The book cover was made by me with Canva a...
