Keys
Sat in front of the keyboard.
End of another long and lonely day.
Not that this piano's grand.
Cannot play a note.
The world is out of tune.
Life's secrets are locked away.
In Pandora's box.
The key, it's rusty.
Jammed in the lock.
A relief it seems.
Be careful not to snap it.
Key winds the clock.
Tick Tock.
Without the key to wind it.
Maybe all life stops.
Need the clock.
Keep the beat of a lonely pulse.
Key is a clue in a mystery.
Query the keys.
Need to seek the answers.
Unlock a feisty mind.
This key winds a spring.
Spring will be sprung.
The heartbeat drum will find the rhythm.
Of the failing grand piano.
For the solo orchestra of one.
One minus another.
Clickety clack.
Back on my keyboard I tap!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
Keys
Sat in front of the keyboard.
End of another long and lonely day.
Not that this piano's grand.
Cannot play a note.
The world is out of tune.
Life's secrets are locked away.
In Pandora's box.
The key, it's rusty.
Jammed in the lock.
A relief it seems.
Be careful not to snap it.
Key winds the clock.
Tick Tock.
Without the key to wind it.
Maybe all life stops.
Need the clock.
Keep the beat of a lonely pulse.
Key is a clue in a mystery.
Query the keys.
Need to seek the answers.
Unlock a feisty mind.
This key winds a spring.
Spring will be sprung.
The heartbeat drum will find the rhythm.
Of the failing grand piano.
For the solo orchestra of one.
One minus another.
Clickety clack.
Back on my keyboard I tap!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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