Echoes on the Keys

The weathered oak stands firm in the breeze

Its roots run deep beneath the seas

The melody drifts from fingers worn

A tale of time and lives torn

The keys are heavy

The notes are slow

From dusty strings

The echoes grow

A man's long journey through fading years

Told in whispers

Bathed in tears

Oh

The keys remember what we forgot

Stories of struggle

Battles time fought

Each note a shadow of what used to be

Dancing chords

Setting memories free

Her song lingers in the minor sound

The creak of the pedal

The ghost profound

A thousand voices tied to each chord

Filling the silence we once ignored

Grandmother's hands

They used to play

Spinning yarns in the twilight grey

Now it’s me

Though my touch is raw

Tracing a hymn of all I saw

Oh

The keys remember what we forgot

Stories of struggle

Battles time fought

Each note a shadow of what used to be

Dancing chords

Setting memories free