Seated at my beloved piano I play my song
To all who would hear
The darkness my canopy
I have played from the first glance of romance until my final days
The medley echoing in the lit canopy since
Waiting for its next inheritance
Or perhaps the bench is mine; and death an interlude to the story
Of my life
The chore of Existence
And play of God's expected glory
My hours of work.
The interlude
Would be well-received for after a long day's work the rest
Will refresh me to play for His eternity.
Then, those who can hear
Would listen to my completed medley
As I sit at my beloved piano
Faces shining over board
In the canopy of light.
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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...
