Death of a Piano

The keys are broken
they are dusty and torn.
This piano cannot be played anymore,
cannot be heard,
through it's dying screams
Nobody can hear the loud playing
The beauty coming from within
Nobody can see the trueness underneath
The dust clothes it
Leaving it in shadow
Hiding away forever...
But fingertips brush away the dust
They touch the keys lightly
The noise is dull at first
But soon it's beautiful
It drenches everything that is dark
The depression subsides
And the shadows are long gone
The song soon comes to an end
The player stands up
Then slowly leaves
The roses around slowly wilt
Petals turning black
then falling to the floor
turning to nothing but ash
The shadows rise from the corners
Shrouding the room in complete darkness
The piano gathers more dust,
More keys fall off
Cracks form deep inside
Leaving not a trace of happiness
Every note played is dull, soundless
No more screaming
No more sound.