A Rememberance

Beautiful words
Drip across a page
Worn and yellow with age
While a piano plays on
Of songs long forgotten
Emotions only whispered
Ink never lasts forever
So what's the point
Of filling a room with poems?
Stashed between dried roses
From a first Valentine's
But whose was it?
Who were the lovers
That kissed
And touched
And loved
Like there was no one else
In the world, but them
And now there's only words
To remember them by
The ink fades
As the paper cracks
And now who's to remember?
When the sad piano
Comes to the last dance
And continues to play on
Dancing fingers
More beautiful in their playing
Than a rose could ever be
The notes reflecting the love
That couple shared
A love
That will never be forgotten