The ghost of its music lingers.
The old piano structure covered in dust,
Haunted by past-playing fingers.
Out of tune,
Sometimes singing in deranged scales.
But being beautiful, playing pretty music again,
There this old piano fails.
Some keys missing here and there,
The parts it lacks,
Some white, some black.
The string racks and hooks remain,
But snapped are half of the strings.
Without them, how will it sing?
The zombie piano,
The skeletal keyboard,
His old brain haunted by the madness
Of the bones of his piano.