The Piano

My fingers ache to play again,
To dance across the ivory and black,
But from my mind all notes refrain,
So in silence I wish them back.

They said a piano was too large
Fie! What do they know?
The world will ever be too small
Without the music that makes it grow.

Twenty hours,
The echoed dream of a faded song,
Twenty days,
A tune left unplayed too long,
Twenty years,
And never a desire so strong
That I may be back where I belong.