You reach for the aging gray box
where old music lays piled on the shelf,
songs half remembered,
tunes for the player piano
that has languished unplayed
for so long that, like love unrealized,
there is frailty and fear in opening
the box after so many years.
What will you find?
What will happen to the heartsounds
that each box once carried?
Will they fall to dust
and blow away in the autumn wind?
Or will they once again
capture life and waft you away
in their melody of joy?
You reach for the aging gray box.
The picture is of music rolls in Hildene, in Manchester, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.