It's Still Life

My old bones stopped me playing the piano, and nowadays I sleep on my left side – my right hip can’t take the pressure, and sometimes I feel my heart beat fragile as lose silver thread, and every morning I love seeing that single autumn leaf still clinging to its branch. And not all is lost in the shadows of sight that still permit my eyes light. Such are my brief interruptions and fleeting dark thoughts, but I delight in the day.

I hummed through my ears
when I played the piano.
The dog sang along.

dVerse Haibun (gratitude) and MQ25: What You Must Carry ©️ Misky 2019 It’s November Poem a Day month. These are 1st drafts