Piano Keys: A Poem

In a dusty room, I sat down to play,

Antique keys that echoed,

And told me stories from another day,

Written by musicians who have passed on,

The same notes, but in a different pattern,

From melodies that have already gone,

But performed a new symphony through my fingers,

The future of these keys is left unplayed,

But the past history of the piano lingers.