The sound of a piano floats softly through
the rooms before resting upon my ears.
A haunting melody almost like a whisper
from a grave.
Its a sad but beatiful tune that coaxes out
all my repressed tears.
The notes wrap around me as if it would
make me feel them even deeper.
Its a melodious hell as thoughts of lost loves
and mistakes swirl about in my head.
I feel like I am in another world with skies of
purple, for some odd reason I think of the
Every note played pulls me further into this
I try to call for help but my voice comes out
as nothing more than a whisper.
I guess there is nothing more to do but wait
so ill sit by this clouded stream
And wait patiently for the final creschendo
to make its way around.
Till then the whisper of the wind has mysteriously
started to sing.
Ahhh there it is the final note back to reality, but
to that chilling melody I am forever bound.