The Grand Piano
She was a masquerade of pearl, laced with trimmings of gold.
Refrains a confluence
Projectile melody pressed shut, alone.
Unmoving, unchanging, imposing.
Polished veneer, she sat, pedals attached,
awaiting a touch of magic.
Patiently.
Beguiled by the sands of time, yet not a sigh,
lingering, yearning, anticipating.
For one day the audience will erupt
at their
aplomb.
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28th Nov will come soon. The beginning of a new beginning.
Vanessa Lim 3:30 p. m.