Piano . . . Softly Gone Away

 Piano . . . Softly Gone Away

Pianos disappeared.  They evanesced

So silently we did not even know

That they were fading.  Women acquiesced

In this demise and men let silence grow,

Or, rather, stereos and CDs filled

The space of ivory keys with black ones in

Between.  Those lumbering machines were spilled

To nothingness and no one heard this sin.

It used to be a bride and groom required

An upright in their parlor—or a grand.

Both courters and the relatives all choired

Around.  Affections were at keys’ command.

  But now our living rooms are bare.  Instead

    Cloth speakers play.  Our Steinway nights are dead.