PICTURES ON THE BABY GRAND
Pictures facing outward,
Sit on the baby grand.
Family, friends and lovers,
Glass covered there they stand.
Memories of days gone by,
And lives now gone as well.
Captured there forever,
Each face a story tells.
What becomes of faces,
Trapped inside a frame?
When their keeper passes,
And no one knows their names.
They sit inside an antique store,
Orphans now at last.
Anonymous, collecting dust,
Staring thru a glass.
