My Piano
Dear old friend, you wept with me
When skies were clouded grey.
And you understand me perfectly
At all hours of the day.
My dreams have only come to naught
And no one cares but you.
You were the loom I wove them on
You that I told them to.
My triumphs were your winging chords
Like rolling,windswept sea,
Or careless songs of happy birds
Carolling in a tree.
And now I talk to you no more
But when life`s hard to bear
I like to think of you as safe at home
And waiting for me there.
21/8/44
