Keys Are Where You Find Them

Alone at the piano
On the edge of the bench
How many times had I been
On the edge before
Though my fingers
Barely touched the keys
The melody rippled through my mind
Like stones thrown in a quiet pond
Awakening yesterdays within
And I felt the ghost
Of your gentle touch
The warmth of your smile
Moments so precious
So clear through the tears
My trembling hands paused
My tomorrows can wait
A few moments more.

Author: Rick Dreher