Lost Keys

What happened to the photo-perfect smile
in black and white, that yester-year was mine?
Where is the honeyed voice that could beguile
the sternest hearts to melt, their eyes to shine
with long-forgotten love? I made them pine
and sigh for sake of lovely memories,
and search each other's faces for a sign
of new emotion, stirred by melodies.

But time has stained my ivories
and only off-key tunes can flow
from this poor gap-invaded row
that once was flawless, on display.
A smile can unlock hearts, they say
but mine has lost too many keys.

This is the image that inspired the above:


from Severine Cousot via Poefusion.
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