by Melissa R. Bickel

Created on: July 08, 2011

That old upright piano
with worn ivory keys
and well used bench
once played ragtime
in some dance hall.

Its Mahogany frame
carried the scars
of too much familiarity-
Still its beauty
could be heard when
those ivories were tickled.

Bought for a hundred dollars,
its last few performances
were heard by the parents of
a nine year old girl who
took piano lessons, one summer.

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