I remember the little girl who sat there,
bench cranked up all the way, her feet
dangling above the ground.
She would roll her eyes,
lay across the bench and imitate those
cool teenagers on the bus.
Now the keys have acquired some dust,
out of tune, pedals sticking,
books covering the top. There's nothing
special about it; just an upright.
She's gone now, forever: that little girl
has been replaced by one of the most
terrifying beings on this earth: