Ghost Songs

~Baby hand on old piano
Old ghosts comfortably rise
through my piano keys
while a new song struggles
to present itself in a new hand.
Ghost songs grow on me
like moss on an old rock,
yellowing my keyboard and
blurring my vision to the
Yellowing keyboards and ghost
songs provide
a certain comfort,
But I must take the hand
and write a new song…
© 2013 DiAnne Ebejer 

About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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