The piano

By: the-auteur.deviantart.com

There it sat in solitude,

Something of question that would delude,

The black and white keys in harmony,

The piano on which you played the sweet symphony.

The song I can’t forget,

Something I’ll always come to regret,

For hours and hours you sat and played,

What was an hour seemed like a day.

That symphony of yours,

Is long gone and lost,

The dust on the piano collects every day,

No one around tries to play.

The piano stares at me reminding me of you,

Oh how I wish I could defy the truth.