Piano in the Old House

Piano in the Old House

The broken chords, the lonely tune
Fill up this sad and empty room.
His voice unheard, her footsteps glide
The familiar steps, the known stride.
Scents of the past choke on my throat
As the song plays on, unsung.
Lost in memory, nobody remembers
The melodies we used to play.
My hands are tired as I flicker alone
In this lonely and empty room.
Dust kiss on pictures older than I am.
I wonder when time would go back -where,
I play the tunes so well and they
Listened in this old house,
older than I feel now
My hands trickle on these notes
As lonely as they can be, lonelier than songs
Have ever been. How often the piano cried
In the nights when nobody came
To play, to sit and play again.