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This poem was written for Russ Conway. Betty never met Russ but when she heard of his passing into spirit she was devastated. His music always touched her heart, and she always said that Russ was part of his piano and the piano was part of him. When he played, his hands would glide across the keys as though they were silk, and the music would sing its own song. What a talent! He brought happiness to millions of listeners and was able to capture the magic of the moment. I am sure Betty has him still playing those ivory keys in the world beyond!

There’s a shadow on the ivory keys,

And a whisper of a tune

Ripples through the room like a silent breeze.

The shadow and piano fuse together,

As though the shadow cannot part

With that priceless piece of art.

Whispers of that tune are an echo

Of the days when the shadow and piano played

And leave everyone in awe

As they sing a song of ecstasy,

Then sadness of a time

When they will never play again.

There’s a mist within the room

Formed like a cloak around them both

All at once protecting and concealing

The magic of the moment

When the shadow plays the ivory keys.

The mist is now a silvery light

And guides the shadow from the room

As it looks back at its friend.

But the piano doesn’t stay behind.

For over time it has been given life

And has decided that the time was right

For them to stay as one.

Now the piano has a lifeless ring

And will never play again,

But the tunes can still be heard

If you sit as quiet as a mouse

On the outside of the house.