I sit here in front of my piano in my old age
  and I remember
touching its ivory keys for the first time.

My fingers gently touch the worn ivory
  and remember
the years of playing they've endured.

I strike the middle C
  and remember
the soft ringing of the out-of-tune strings.

My fingers take form and play a chord
  and I remember
the times I would spend just on inversions.

I take out a favorite book
 and remember
the times I was sick of it and wanted new music.

My fingers automatically find a page
  and I remember
how much I loved playing this song.

I begin playing, as the piano and I become one
   and remember
the way I could forget the world when I played.

These are my memories of my piano
   and I will always remember them
for they are forever engraved in my heart.