Why should I cry?
By Silver Book
Summary: Nothing stopped me from secretly visiting him. His music was too beautiful to let pass. It was too beautiful. It captured my attention, my mind, my will and my heart. How could I stop? R&R
A/N Hermione's point of view
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I own my poem and the soon to come plot.
Why Should I Cry?
Music, sweet music
Swiftly dances around the room
Controlled by pale and nimble fingers
All hate is forgotten
I watch him silently
Shift from key to key
Pressing ever so softly on the pedal
I sigh
Behind soft velvet banisters
Unsuspecting, unbeknownst
I listen to his emotions
Ever-changing
I take a silent step forward, straining to hear more
A heartbeat passes
Still unseen
Sudden clumsiness takes over
I trip over nothing, falling down the hard steps
A bewildered face
Soon turns into anger
Embarrassment floods my cheeks
Excuses are made
He storms away not giving a damn
I am left sprawled
Feeding tears to the cold marble
Why should I cry?
My body ached
Something felt broken
Was it my leg?
Or was it my heart?
I stare at myself through the black polished piano
Broken, crumpled is all I see
Why should I cry?
I knew from then on
Since he discovered my prying ears
I would never be able to listen to his sweet music
Mingled with emotions
Always ever-changing
His music, sweet music
Will no longer be heard
Will no longer grace his secret hideaway
Will no longer grace my desperate ears
Tell me then,
Why should I cry?
A/N There is more chapters to come. Should I write it this way, or write the upcoming chapters as story format? Please R&R