Ebony Poems
Fusion of notes
by amelydely
So I sit here alone, on this piano bench.
My heart weeps for the past, in a dusty wrench.
My fingers are ready to play, ready to tease!...
So I sit here alone, on this piano bench.
My heart weeps for the past, in a dusty wrench.
My fingers are ready to play, ready to tease!...