we are all piano fingers
now, tickling ivory hours
slipping to oblivion
down that back hall
dust mote whispers ears
in the golden autumn sun
twining fingers under shadow
down that back hall
the notes faded ivory
lace dusted yellowed
photo moments slip away
down that back hall
4 responses to “down that back hall”
Beautiful!
Thank you sir.
Lovely imagery her, Michael.
Thank you Chris 🙏🏼