#YearEndEchoes

The black and white keys keep going on strings,
Marking a new beginning and now a transition to another.
Leaves wither and beckon on winter,
Gathers us all in the grand hall.
With a glass in hand and gladened heart,
The last notes from the great key stand makes our hearts merry as it echoes through the silent halls.
Counting to three for the world to see the end as a path way to the beginning.
© immaculee-marie