When the Music Stops


The sun had long since faded
into a darkness
that mimicked her soul’s pain

She sat by the piano
with no music
yet inspired
without realizing it
a melody filled the air
though she wasn’t sure
if it was here fingers
gently playing the sound
of her hurt
or if it was her tears that fell softly upon the keys

She whispered, “Why”
and then stopped playing
sorrow had no chords
emptiness made no sound
loneliness was not a note
and love held no hope
she whispered, “Why” again
and then cried

You write it as if you were her broken heart..and her tears and her sadness...exquisite!

Nice one

Beautiful Mig..