The Piano
It stands in the far corner
Hiding by the wall
Shiny black
Reflecting casual faces
Serious lid hides ivory keys
Why is it there?
Who plays it?
Coming in one day
There were three chairs beside it
All of them different
It made one wonder
If three people had been playing
A piece of ridiculous complexity
Or someone didn’t know
Where to put three chairs
And put them there to keep the piano company
It makes you wonder
If someone didn’t know
Where to put a piano
Copyright Anna Treffer
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