And her heart sung to me
It told many tales of the world
Exhaling deep emotion
Emotion taken out on her
Love and pain
Joy and despair
Her body reflected all
Scratches, stains, damages
She was a part of history
Touched by countless hands
They all played her songs
Gave their life to her
And hers to them
She held so much character
Still wanting to feel alive again
But no one cared for her now
Alone in the wreckage
Of her last owner's abode
He had long gone since
But he had loved her dearly
Allowing her to shine each evening
It was bliss
I watched her last moments
I had not known
But, it was too late
She had been old
Her woodwork crumbling
The final note
Clumsily hit
Clumsily
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