This is in memory of my Grandfather.
I have honestly never attempted to write a poem before, it just came to me.
(Hopefully the title is correct, my French is horrible.)
It is called "Gloire dans le Silence".
A lasting sound
from the tranquil tap of his hands,
the withered hands
of the piano man's floating melody
is a darling sound to behold.
yet there is glory in silence,
as you play your last song without stirring.
the closing song fades into a memory,
that will never be forgotten.
I didn't edit this or anything similar, and would appreciate your thoughts on this poem?
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