The Piano

Tickling the ivories,
The melody tickles my soul,
Engulfed by memories with each note.
C reminds me of my first love
C sharp of when he left.

Holding my breath now,
Fingers caressing the keys,
Playing a sweet melody of days gone by.

Lost in an ebony and ivory trance,
My mood darkens
As the tune becomes more urgent.
Reminiscing of hearts broken, dreams shattered.

My fingers abuse the keys,
Jumping on the hammers,
Tears streaming down my face.
Pounding the chords, yearning for release,
Emotions raging, I finish the piece.