The piano face down in dirt
Like a boxer beaten senseless
Keys knocked out like broken teeth
Were scattered whilst defenceless
Polished wood now scarred and faded
Wires bent, macabre they sway
Screeching out a pitied cry...
That only wind can play
Once a madman tinkered softly
From his head a symphony
Both composer... and the piano
Died with little sympathy
Ian Duquemin
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