mine

goodbye

I never thought this day would come. You always told me that you never shut your piano. You said that there was always a song being played, it's just that most can't hear it.

But when a pianist dies, you said, it's respect that you shut their piano for them, their song finished.

I stared at the endless shelves of music, books, binders, notebooks you've composed yourself. You had it all.

But your piano was shut. You were with the angels now, your symphony finished, the orchestra gone. I had to shut the piano for you, your human love. I was always second, your piano your first love. But I would take second any day.

I scattered rose petals across the closed piano, red petals, your favorite. You always had a bouquet on your piano, shining so brightly, giving an image to your songs.

I sat at your bench, closing my eyes, imagining you were next to me, giggling as you tried to teach me a song. I never could learn, so you placed my fingers on top of yours so I could feel how it should go.

We could have had an everlasting melody. But, the angels wanted to hear your music too. And that left me with the silence of a closed piano

don't you love poetry