Keys plastered in tarnish
Disuse misplaced worth
Upon all, dust settled
Hammers and strings
Erupted flawless music
Rebirth an instrument
Pianist as pantomime
The beginning of something.
The slow cadence of sound escaping from
a cold instrument, fingers yet to warm.
Random notes transforming into beauty.
Chords wrapped around the air
caught by those tuned to become aware.
So subtle the change,
but for those fortunate enough to attune
will forever remember the magic they were part of,
and the sound,
that brought forth their unforgettable joy.