I have a piano that my dad
had bought.
I kept it in my toy box.
I would bring it to play.
Beyound my window.
Beyound my window,
is the alley with fence.
That seperate us from
the Cortez
There sitting with the sun
so high.
Playing my piano with no music to play.
I wasn't a piano playist
but I tried.
With the Cortez's creature
Whinning back and forth.
I play through the day.
Crystal Vue
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-blue-piano/
