And the piano played
In the Electric Picture Palace Mussoorie Black and white keys rose and fell
And told the oldest story of all
With players made the poorer by it
Save in the culmination of creation
And they are all gone now
Into peace and dust and memory
Footprints upon remaining memories
One foot east and one foot west
A prince, a falcon and a photo
But if my blood runs true
It will be enough
Though you think I imagine it
The mirror tells me a different story
And I have no dishonour
I can walk among the memories
As a princeling
Long bereft of a kingdom