Getting older, full of dust
A few broken keys
Altered melody, uneven pitch.
Once majestic, alive with song
Polished, shiny
A sound, joyful and melodic.
Kind, the years were not
Ah, but lovely
Worthy, with pleasant tune.
The journey was weathered
Tempest and gales
Sometimes battered, even worn.
Even so, the music remains sweet
To our mellow ears
Always cherished, forever prized.
A passage full of devotion
Tended, cultivated
A tenderness to be seen.
After all the years, a treasure
Beautiful harmony
Radiates despite the years.
Our Love transcends time
Blinded to flaws
A symphony to our ears.
Written for Monday Mural.
3 comments:
the last three lines says it all, not see the flaws of others or ourselves, makes the world seem more bearable, of cause it's always nice to have loved ones, flaws and all
I love the way this poem intertwines itself, the piano and the relationship. It was like reading two poems in one. Superbly written, a very good title encasing the duality of your poem. I loved it. I keep reading it. :- )
Angel, I am sorry for the late response. But, I did enjoy reading this poem. I especially liked the end... blinded to flaws. If more people could be blinded to flaws they would reach the conclusion people are truly just human and you can live with them afterall. Nice job. Have a nice day.
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