an abandoned piano in the snowstorm
it was always there, surviving the cold
he stood behind the closed window sipping his coffee
watching it drown in the sparkling mold
he used to play it under the rustling leaves
for the streaming rivers nearby
when the sun peeked its first rays,
he planted seeds of joy in the soil
picturesque paintings with harmonious melodies
from his fingers until these were numb
gradually fading into the sound of chirping birds
beside his lover, their anguish left behind
the journeys of love he was taken to
he only visited in his mind
A dying flame in front of him; he may lose it.
silencing the silence of his fading memories
snow dust covered the strings and melted on its wood
snowflakes pressed down on the keys playing
rewriting his story, the story of time
reviving what’s left from the white ashes
the melody echoed as it intensified
it began with begging for a savior
it ended with the growls of the wind,
until unrecognized