Ghost Hands

Ghost hands played the keys on the piano last night,
At first it sounded like a wind chime,
Or the cat walking up and down the keyboard,
Maybe the wind blowing through the door now opened for Spring,
But it didn't stop and then
A discernable melody
Softly repeated chord progressions
A sigh
The eerie sound of the incessant melody
off key with the minor chords
the highest notes played more insistently
an apparition
at the piano.