The Piano

Sitting silent in the corner of the room,
still and lonely.
Remembering its gifts to all who sat,
listening to its beautiful song.
On it sits Beethoven and Chopin,
their music it once played.
And in a frame, a photograph,
Its old partner in crime.
The two of them becoming one,
Master and Mastered.
And now it sits,

Still and lonely. Remembering?