Is not so much a title
As a confession

Piggy back fingers
Plastic white keys
Crawling like mother spiders
Carrying plump babies

Star charts and milk shakes
At red velvet lounge
Coaxed so gently, never pushed
To play as long as life allows

So swiftly she overtakes me
As our web of dreams wash away
Hands dance along to weave
New memories for us

All the while reminding
Of the years we invested 
Together, playing and singing
Preparing for the day
To fill the spaces
When the tune escapes me