The strains of the piano float effortlessly through the air, and she doesn't remember what the song is called, then though she really should. She used to remember all of his favorite songs, just to see his cold eyes light up for a moment when she placed them.
But now he's gone. Left her to his ruin. Left her in the discord. In the wake of destruction, he has abandoned her.
And so she sits in their dark parlor, watching the rain sheet down in cold grey waves, the color of his eyes amidst the obsidian night. What little light the last flickering candle reveals shows the parlor trashed, the curtains in rags, the furniture smashed, and all that remains…a piano playing it's master's song, and a broken woman.
She tries to get up, tries to pull herself together, tries to tell herself that that's what he would do, wouldn't even be broken in the beginning. But she is. She's shattered and broken and bruised.
He left her, he left her alone, left her all alone.
Looking around out from broken eyes, at her broken parlor, Narcissa listens to the silent, broken, piano, and thinks about her broken life as the last candle flickers out.