accomplice.

there's a leak somewhere
in the dining room, as rain
belligerently pelts the gutters
and i face an empty house
with decaying memories;
i am an insignificant note
abandoned by a pianist.

i was never efficient at playing
classical, fingers rarely in the
correct position, always scolded
for my tempo. i was more
content with improvising an
abnormal melody, lost
then found again on the keys.

i need the cacophony of
something other than disloyal
thoughts. the rain insists on
being heard, crescendos of unsolved
heartache, noticed by the wide
eyed, open minds
at midnight.

i doze off on the piano
bench, unsure if i am
comforted by the monotonous
drumming or afraid it
will draw out all the sadness
in me.

the rain, my accomplice
of sorts. a lullaby or a
war cry or maybe,
just a friend.