Broken Piano Keys
Here I sit on this old run-down stool stretching out my fingers to play, I am waiting patiently for the notes to come to me so that I know what I need to say
I wonder should I play softly, or should I hit the keys loud? Do I want the music to whisper to you or do I want it to shout?
As my fingers glide across the ivory keys I start to remember when, how so many times I played for you before our love had come to an end
The beautiful roses that you gave to me lay wilted along with the vase that I shattered so long ago, I threw them down on this piano the day that you crushed my soul
The water seeped out long ago and dried up on the floor, the broken pieces of glass remain I never found the will to sweep them off the floor
The roses have lost their color, but I dare not move them from their resting place, I want everything to remain as it was in this haunted place
I place my foot on the pedal and start to play my tune, but no sound is coming out from within only the sound of doom
What happened to these keys why won’t they react to my touch? Is my heart not in it anymore? I want this so much
I guess I can’t blame the piano I’m the one that walked away, I discarded it and never showed it love day after painful day
I left it there to wish that someone would play a beautiful song, that it could feel the power of the heart through the music playing so strong
I paid it no attention and left it barren with nothing but a crushed vase carrying my dreams, and water that seeped into its wood breaking apart it’s means
I let it collect dust and didn’t care how it felt, I was too wrapped up in my own loneliness and only thinking of myself
When I was with you, I could sit for hours and play and play, until I was too tired to move from the stool that is where I would stay
But when you left a part of me did too, the love that I used to feel, all the emotions and memories went with you
My muse was gone there was no music left inside my heart, there was no reason for me to continue to play everything had fallen apart
Now sadly I know exactly how this broken piano feels, there is no one there to gently play the music that was once so real
I have nothing left in me the music has broken and left my heart, the whimsical notes are gone so I sit at this broken piano all alone
Longing to awaken the notes in my heart so that I can sing and play, but there is no chance of that coming to be since you walked away
So, you can have these wilted flowers and you can take the broken pieces of this vase, you can cover up this broken piano and the keeper of the heart that holds the music that you chose to break.
This poem is from my book titled Broken Music, Silent Heart available for purchase on Amazon and Kindle. My pen name is Amanda Carroll Kinzer
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