The Piano and the Violin

They say when an angel sings, their song would sound like a soft violin

That this violin can call out to the ones left behind in their past lives

Yes, I believe they sing for their beloved

The ones that survived.

Gently played piano keys sound from a dimly lit house on 64th Street

As a little girl with brown curls plays

Smiling as if the world were but a dream around her

The reality bitter but her fantasy oh so sweet

But what of this dream?

The melody reminded her of the one person whom she’d loved for her hope and charm

In fact she was taught how to play by this person

The one person, who would wrap her up in strong but mild arms

From the day this girl was born, she loved the sight, smell and touch of her mother

This little girl looked up to her

This parent loved even the breath of her daughter

Oh, how they loved one another

But one day, the most tragic of all tragedies came upon this loving couple

Cancer plagued the heart of the mother and she had to be taken care of

The daughter oblivious to what happened to the arms, she’d thought so subtle

And slowly the mother drifted, the one person the child loved

Her father now working two jobs a day

The little girl was left alone to grow up on her own

Holding her hand and picking herself up

Until she was fully grown

The now grown up girl sits at that same piano with her daughter on her knee

Teaching her, that same old tune to her own kin

The memories of her mother softly sounding off with each played key

Then suddenly she hears along with her piano

A violin