The Last Song
Fingers trailing against the ivory keys
trying to make the sound beautiful
closing your eyes
drowning in the notes
Catching yourself on a mistake
and make it blend in
creating a lullaby
unlike the ones you heard as a child
The sound of laughter
the sight of tears
a thinning smile
and broken heart
Fragments
of a simple word
a simple thought
shattered
Memories
created and died so easily
caress the keys with small fingers
and finish
with a calming note