Fingers pounding on white and black marble
Diamonds on ivory and onyx
I feel no pain in them
Hoping music will fill the gap in my heart
That dead heart, a weight in my chest
The beating that stopped so long ago
Now mourns to feel the warmth it did from her
I can only imagine what she must be doing now
Her small, white hands
Once so willingly slipped into mine
Now being grasped by some other man
The image shows like a movie in front of my eyelids
And I open my eyes to glare at the bleak piano
Unable to stand the thought of my Bella with another
My fingers stab at the piano, a splatter painting of notes
Now making senseless noise rather than music
Because music reminds me of her