I remember the day Daddy brought it home
He found it sitting along side the road waiting for the trash
Momma cleaned it up,her fingers dancing along the keys
Her face lit up, it was still worthy of being played
She had it tuned professionally not trusting her own ear
Hours she would spend in front of it, fingers dancing up and down the keys
Beautiful pieces of Mozart,Bach,Brahms and Beethoven would fill the air
I would curl up behind it, on the floor, and listen to her play
Soothing all of my worries,fears and tears away
She taught me to play too, and soon my own fingers would dance up and down the keys
Playing the beautiful pieces she taught me, losing myself in the music
When momma passed on, it sat and collected dust in the basement, I could no longer play, it was far too painful
Until I came home again...
Arianna in her carrier, just a newborn, so fussy that day
So I dusted it off, sat down and began to play
The notes haltingly filling the air, hoping it would soother her as it once soothed me
As I played the notes flowed together and the fussing stopped
She was soothed and calmed as I once was
I played for hours and she drifted off to sleep
Every so often I would come down and play for Arianna, her smile lighting up the day
As I continued to play
Standing now in its empty spot, tears slide down my cheeks
The connection I had now gone
Those moments of feeling Momma's touch upon my shoulder as I played....gone
My heart aching with a sharp pain
Losing another piece of Momma again...

So saddly beautiful