My Dear:White Shimmering Piano

I lived on the outskirts,
Far from the reach of human beings,
I was called as someone without feelings,
Now I rest in peace,
I have seen changes around me,
I have seen flowers blooming,
Taking their own time, hesitating,
Giving birth to every petal within,
Once beautiful, so soothing,
Now plucked, broken,
Each and every petal crumbled,
Heart bleeding,
I do have feelings you can’t feel,
I have seen fingers resting,
On that white shimmering piano,
Closing eyes and opening,
Eyelashes flickering,
Heart beat in rhythm with every note,
Like a feather in a breeze,
I have felt music penetrating,
The outskirts of my soul,
Where I once used to live,
Far from the skills of my own,
That magic that thrived for years,
I have felt love, hatred, emotions empowering,
I have cried for years within,
Stand just once not for an hour,
Just for a minute,
Resting fingers on that white shimmering angel,
Making them feel, penetrate,
The outskirts of my ever rhythmic dreams,
I take a bow, thousands clapping, resounding,
That sound ever so out of reach,
Ever so soothing, it never seized,
I will remember that minute all my life,
When I rested my hands,
On that ever shining white piano,
When the whole world,
Felt what I could feel,
Listened to the symphony,
That played within me for years,
I may never stand above,
That stage of my dreams again,
But I will keep accompanying,
My dear white shimmering piano,
I think I will keep playing all my life,
Because me without my music,
Is like a life without dreams.