Aimless, still there stands the piano
Its soothing nocturne was heard long ago
Now for many years this house has been silent
Hidden in a hill looking back to old, glamorous days, with longing
The countesses and queens were laughing in that corner
The kings and commanders were making invasion plans in this chamber
The music was ceaseless
People danced rejoicefully
The paintings are no longer wearing a vibrant palette recently
The wooden furniture is groaning
It’s a forgotten place and negligible
As much as the memories were created in
Now it’s called history.