It waits patiently in the far corner
with keys of ivory and ebony.
Silence dominates the still, empty room
until slender fingers strike the first note.
It begins with a melancholy tone
of old regrets, stormy days, and lost love.
Before changing into harsh pounding chords
filled with wrongdoing, bitter lies, and hurt.
High-pitched chimes and tremolos take the stage
expressing first days, waiting rooms, and sweat.
A lively and heartening tune concludes
with summer nights, cloudless skies, and new hope.
A final note hovers in the quiet –
Anticipating a new composer.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.