Sadness

In a room filled with grandeur
Presented before the awakening night
A piano sits with its pianist

And yet
Not a soft note is played
And the vast marble halls remain without echoes

The sheets, resting gracefully on the marble floor,
Withholds all writing
And as such, the ebony keys and heartstrings
Won’t glisten or thrum

In that cold stone room
With its vast open glass windows
And a beautiful black grand piano

Lies nothing but the wind
And the chill of the night

So the moon stays back daunting
And the stars stare without hatred

Why not sit in stillness?

For there is no soft notes being played
No melodies to sooth an aching heart
No music to take the loneliness of the night

In such a grand room
On such a chilling stage
There is just a piano with a broken pianist

And as such
The scene remains silence
And the stones do not echo