Out of Tune Piano
A note sounds
Harsh and beautiful
Light falls around a room
Dust floats in the air
A piano stands by the window
A pale hand brushes white keys
A scarred hand caresses black keys
Together they begin to play
A melody from long ago
So out of tune, but so familiar
It rises out the window
It follows the light
A stranger stops and listens
Why is that so nostalgic?
They move towards the window
The window shudders open
The hands don’t stop
The stranger opens his mouth
But stops
Should he?
The player looks over
His hands never stop
A smile and a nod
The stranger knows it’s alright
With a smile his mouth opens
A sweet baritone
It follows the out of tune piano
Two hands dance on the keys
Helping the voice
It means nothing to some
To them it means the world