Sitting In The Corner Of My Memory
from the confines of my room, to the utter peace that I felt
Nudging forward, younger me whining
My family spoke highly of you
I barely knew anything, nothing
Other than Arthur the aardvark’s fascination with you
My fingers
Ran along your surface
Gently
In the midst of my unfamiliarity
I remembered my teacher
Smacking my fingers with a ruler
Whenever I forgot to cut my nails
A sin — as though they were screeching against rails
Aside from the techniques and examinations
I grew to love
The sound of your notes
The comfort that surrounded me
The avenue I was able to express what I felt
You were able to transport me
From the confines of my room
To the utter peace that I felt
The calm
Reminded me of the pier
I used to kick my feet
Over the waters by the pier
Soaking in the sunshine
Kicking my thoughts into gear
Of everything and anything
That I held dear
As I grew older
Your keys collected dust
As my attention shifted
To excel in my education, a must
Sitting in the corner of my memory
Patiently, like a resounding melody
As I went to explore the unknown
And other first loves, sprouting from seeds I sown
As I got my heart broken
My fair share of failures
Maneuvering between words spoken
And people favoured
Years later I returned
Rosy-cheeked from abroad
Reminiscing, I turned
Playing as if I never left, awed
Hello, we meet again
As my fingers ran across your keys
Not in the eyes of men
Just me
You
And the calm of the vast seas
