Dust Laces My Piano Date: Friday, 1st November 2002 @ 09:10:00 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: phildel As night drapes a veil of sleep Over a town where sweetdreams creep, I lie here awake afraid to touch, The voicebox of pain, I once loved so much. The piano, now dorment, Iced over wih dust, Reminds me of nights When we explored our lust. The pieces you played Before I fell asleep, Made playing my piano, A joy too hard to keep. This poem is Copyright © phildel Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=6029