It’s me.
I remember
That day,
That day when I
Saw the shock on your
Face when you saw
That your love was
Gone.
I held her in my
Hands and heart,
Her innocence, her
Truth.

When you went
Back inside-
To grieve, probably-
I put her back
Deep among the roses,
And left my footprints
Behind.

The keys moved deliberately,
Signing its goodbye in a final
Soaring chord.
Pulling the heartstrings that
Resonated deep inside,
Shivering at the slightest touch.
It closes its eyes and gives a last sigh,
Reminiscing of when Beethoven and Mozart
Brought it to life, giving it meaning to sing.
The stars trembled as each broken note
Joined the skies.  
The pedal pumps furiously, gasping
For air, a voice, a last
Word to the world.
The universe listens to the last struggling
Breaths, the dry sobs that put the
Melancholy rhythm of rain,
To the dying heart of an old creature that has lived
Too long.
Silence.