The Piano
The opening strains of…
Fur Elise
Am I dreaming…
No one plays but me…and
I am in bed trying to wake up
Who is playing the piano in the living room!
Wait…the piano is in here…in the room
where I am trying to sleep.
Where am I?
This is not my
bedroom…
house…
Prying my eyes open
Suddenly I realize where I am
and who is playing
Impossible…I cannot be here
How did this happen?
Dorthy is playing … but …
how did I get here?
How do I get home?
Does she even know I am here?
OR
Are either of us really here?
© 2013 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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