The old Brown Piano

The old Brown Piano:

Heart of our home, the very thing

that kept her alive.

Little fingers on sleepy Sundays

did tinkle away

happy tunes of

Persian Princes, Brave Indians,

Great Entertainers.

It kept us out their thinning hair

put a smile on old folk’s faces

taught us decibels of discipline.

But that’s not why ‘t was

the Heart of our home

Not because it kept us out their thinning hair

put a smile on old folk’s faces

or taught us decibels of discipline.

The old Brown Piano

contained her present hopes

future dreams:

a life crescendo to a brilliant symphony

with her

as the Great Pianist.