Piano

Ivory hand ~ onyx eye
Each wave, and blink goodbye
Sweet Master's bench, he seats to play
For wandering ear and lullaby
Soft trundle beds and cradles tucked
Innocent babe's night sigh
On it sings with mingled keys
Until the player dies
And moves yet, to another stair
Beneath stained glass, cathedral panes
A young girl's touch, plucking notes
For this, music remains...