A Gift That Keeps Giving

 

My house sat empty the 

day of the sale,

except for the baby grand.

She stood alone

 in the dining room,

   holding countenance.

I lowered the price again,

   but to no avail.

Unable to move it to the new place,

a desperate post to Craig’s List,

“You pay to take piano away,

    give good home."

Later that day, the door bell,

a handsome young man did say,

   “May I play.”

He laid his hands on the keys,

and they became part of
his anatomy, 
fingertips penetrating 
my soul.
Surrounded by soft, rich tones, 
acoustics I did not know 
existed in the room.

A warmth came over me,
I admired his expertise and style,
he smiled, swaying side to side.

From the time he sat down,

the piano, clearly, 

was his own.

Occasionally, 
I  played Christmas carols,

 Kumbaya...I paused  and  thought.

I could take lessons again,

    take a few bows...
reap  praises for 
my brilliant talent and poise. 

But a deal was to be made.

He embraced me briefly.
 I watched the truck 

pull the piano away 
as he smiled and waved goodbye.

It was my pleasure
to hear him play,
 more than enough for him to pay.

Water filled my eyes,

tears of gratefulness,

 after all.

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