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Dad,
Piano music always reminds me of you.
I picture you playing
On a cloud so white
The very air twinkles
With the sound of your
Perfect tune.
It fills my heart
With a love so heavy
My whole body becomes light.

What I wish I could say,
What I wish I could do,
If I saw you on that very Cloud
Playing only for me
Can't be predicted.
Even in my imagination.

If I could run to you,
Wrap my arms around you,
Listen to your love song,
And sit beside you
As you played,
That moment would be
My clarity.
My heart finally at peace.

I would never want you to stop.
I wouldn't say a word.
If you just kept playing on that heavenly cloud.

Because I wish I listened more.
I wish
I could hear you play again.
Not just in my mind,
Not just in my dreams.
But on our own little cloud
Just you and me.

I love you, my piano man.
Grief, a physical representation of love. I miss you, piano man.
Kelsey
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Kelsey  F/RI
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