The Piano

My beloved family piano. The beautiful, and even not to beautiful, music you’ve delivered. Resting in the room closest to the front door, we’d play a song before we left and another when we’d return. My sisters laid on your bench, playing melodies, waiting for my parents to bring me home after I was born. You’ve been there my entire life, and I have always been fascinated by you. One day, you’ll have a place, home with me again. Play you soon.