our one and only

second poem I made for writing.com! hope many will like it!

In front of the piano we sat
Its dust reminds us of the past
That once a man here with a hat
Played this piano ‘till his last

The soft melody that he played
Made the old wind cry on that day
The very last time his hands swayed
On keyboard, the last day of May

His final piece echoed around
The minor keys were all roaring
When he was to end the sound
As a day of May was dawning


And then he finally rested
And with that we’re called to gather
Say goodbye as he departed
Our one and only grandfather