The moment they'd gone she could feel it
although there was nobody there,
the presence of someone beside her,
and a very slight chill in the air
she made up her mind to look further
to see what might perturb her most,
she dared not discuss with the others
the chances of having a ghost
they'd probably think her neurotic
and say it was all in her mind
how could she ever convince them
that she knew it was now’t of the kind
She knew there was no one before them
who'd suffered a tale of woe,
but there had to be some kind of story
that told what she wanted to know
A medium was sought for the answer
it was now that the story converged,
Three names, a Victorian piano
and a family history emerged
A great love of books and of music,
of honeysuckle outside the door,
hearing a child playing Greensleeves
and a house with no ladder before!
Well her house, she knew was converted
from a bungalow years before
and her daughter had learned the recorder,
t'was Greensleeves she'd played to the core.
she traced the three names she was given
and compiled a family tree,
but there was no Victorian piano
she didn't know where that could be.
Then what she discovered amazed her,
the piano was there, unbeknown,
at some stage made into a cupboard
which she'd bought and now stood in her home.
The ghost, Maud, had loved her piano
so much that she'd followed it here
to relive the great love of music
on the piano that she held so dear
Ruan Burke
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ghost-of-lady-maud/
