Charmed Chaos
Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
The Piano
(Abandoned in an old forgotten villa in France)
Melodies no longer escape from ivory and ebony keys
drifting out an open window on a summer breeze
what once was alive in the garden now dying and grey,
for when the music stopped life withered away
Now there’s only traces of happier spring days
an intrepid red rose blooming, a trumpet vine untamed
From time to time, haunting random notes are heard
wafting through the grounds with a hesitant stammer
as field mice gnaw away at dampened wool felt
clinging to each decaying wooden hammer
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Written for The Sunday Muse #150
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page
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Music does make our hearts thrive. Even in the sadness of the lines this is absolutely beautiful Linda! It is a delight to see you at the Muse today! Love the Midnight Tide song as well.
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Thank you Carrie!
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Beautiful.. music brings life. Love the imagery of decay and abandonment.
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Thank you!
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The Haunting Piano music is a perfect accompaniment for your beautiful haunting poem. An exquisite pairing!
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Thank you.
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Poignantly beautiful…
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Thank you!
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You caught it perfectly.
–Shay
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Thank you Shay!
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Superb, both poem and piano music…
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Thank you Ivor!
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kaykuala
The last stanza is the classic ending to cleverly close the case, Linda! Your words are set beautifully to the expected rendition of songs from the piano of old.
Hank
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Thank you so much Hank!
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I can hear the music fade in your poem and these lines most telling:
” a hesitant stammer “
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Thank you Laura.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Gorgeous piece
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Thank you Drew!
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“as field mice gnaw away at dampened wool felt” – I like this detail!
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Thank you!
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It’s a place that has seen much better days. You’ve captured the haunting quality of the place and picked a great video and music to go with your poem.
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Thank you Lisa.
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You’re welcome.
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So beautiful….. I imagine an old piano holds every note played on it.
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What a lovely thought!
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