Piano Broke

In one beat, one sound, one song, it was as though we held a concert, and our only audience were our hearts moving to the hypnotic feel of the moment. I can still hear the music she played, the emotional beats that set my soul at ease while hers blazed. Each beautiful, harmonic note burning more and more each time, leaving no room for anything else.

We wrote these words together, the music sheet was the only document we used to solidify our perfect union, like a marriage certificate of sorts. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and the piano could not get enough of us. I miss those days, I long for such moments.
Then the tunes broke, each note felt like a drag. No rhythm, we were no longer in sync. She was burnt out and I was trying to fix scattered broken glass. Our piano broke and no matter how much I tried to hold it with glue, it didn’t matter.

She was the muse for these new lyrics, the only thing that blew away the dust on this old piano. Now broken, nothing to hold on to. Divorced. We no longer make sense because we were held together by the piano.