Music Box

A love story.

As the night fell
We sat on the piano bench
side by side
Picking out whatever tunes came to mind
From Christmas songs to pop melodies
We don’t know how to play, but we know how to try
We know how to laugh while trying

“You can have the piano with the house,” she said
It was her husband who played
Chopan and Mozart and Andrew Lloyd Webber
He filled the house with music,
She filled it with roses and macaroons

We bought the house on Penny Lane
Nickle and dimed to afford it
Like children playing dress-up
We felt so much older than we were
I thought we would never tire
of walking through the front door
Into our very own house

When morning comes
We will wake up side by side
We will cut the grass and clean the rooms
In our not-so-new house
I will dust the piano
Wondering if it will remain for the next residents
Passed on and on

If I could
I would play the keys backwards
Telling their stories in song
From now to the beginning
and back again