unplayed

the black piano
in the window
sits
unplayed.
collecting
dust, a photograph
or two sits
nearby and
the petals
of flowers
from a tall
glass vase.
it shines
brightly
in the sun
for everyone
on the street
to see.
there may not
be music
coming out,
but it
looks good,
and who's
to know of
the silence
that lies within.