Saturday, December 25, 2010



The piano sits in the corner

silent, stained with music from years past –

each key frozen in timelessness

melancholy, veiled from the purpose it served.

And a shadow hangs tight to the wires

muffling their melody,

as I strain to hear the notes, faintly echoing

only to frustrate myself when forgetting the lyrics.

Years pass, and I still see you

sitting at the piano, bringing life to the room

filling the air with your scent – an audience of one

me, until you fade again from the room.

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