
Rhapsody, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
From the near piano the strokes of keys
Are footsteps to days distantly gone by
Each goes deeper into my memories
To resist the intrusion I don’t try
The song brings on a soft melancholy
A smile but yet there is a hurt inside
Those thoughts always to be a part of me
Not erased no matter how hard I tried
To soon did our love reach a crescendo
Parting ways to destinations unknown
In our eager youth little did we know
Ageing we took on a different tone
Thinking deeply how my life would have been
The song has stopped with me wearing a grin