still grand

my pianochipped black and white keys
my hundred year old friend
gone
to another home
another love
the holiday music sheets are quiet
Christmas melodies ring out
through radio wires
and satellite dishes
not from beneath my fingers at this festive time
I do hope one day
to welcome another instrument
something much smaller
to dwell in the studio
alongside the paint brushes and pencils
it won’t be the same though
how could it
but I’ve had a wish fulfilled
luckier than many

during this holiday season
there is a struggling musician
with jubilant fingers playing
like silk bows across promising gifts
her young smile now as bright as
a Christmas star

and this to me
is beautiful music

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let cling to our skin

they cling to the legs
Ignorance and Want
beneath rich velvet robes
two malnourished beings
present in Their suffering
we remain focused on our priorities
during this season of hope and love
wrap tenderly our hearts
with Their existence
let us go forth
in humble spirit
and grand charity

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Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
The Ghost of Christmas Present