Piano

After an excruciatingly long day,

I retire to the love of my piano.

Its lavish splendour

And tranquility

Fail to touch my tired soul as it used to.

As I weep,

My tears fall,

Splash,

Then settle upon the ebony and ivory below,

Before escaping between the keys

And out of sight.

The truth shouldn’t affect me this way,

But inside,

It twists and turns and slashes away,

Creating more pain and damage

Than any weapon could.

Thanks…..

Sunrise

About Sunrise

I’m a writer and musician

Leave a Reply