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The Blue Piano On nights of sulking sadness, With wind tapping at the windows And rain slowly dripping, The clouds feel heavier than usual. You open the only window in the room. The wind brushes through Your chaotic mess of hair. You sit down At your piano, In a dimly lit place, Lit only by the candle Beside you, Finally opening wounds, Opening a heart that feels too heavy. You briskly touch the keys; they feel heavy, As if they still collect every tear. The silence is deafening, Louder than leaves twirling in the storm. We fall apart when it gets dark. You start playing the blue piano, The only comfort you have. The wind bashes at the open window. The storm sets in, Adding to the noise in the room. A sound of gloom and doom Enters the space. The song starts chaotic, Just like your thoughts. Your hands shake, Breaking the rhythm— Notes shoot through my thoughts Like morphine, Numbing the background noise. I strum the keys, Cutting my finger tips open. Bleed into them, Bleed for the music That holds me together. The candle still burns, But for how long? I keep playing To keep the flame alive, Letting the silence wait, Dancing with the sound, Until the storm passes through And I’m still here.
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Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 5:06 PM UTC
The Blue Piano
The Blue Piano On nights of sulking sadness, With wind tapping at the windows And rain slowly dripping, The clouds feel heavier than usual. You open the only window in the room. The wind brushes through Your chaotic mess of hair. You sit down At your piano, In a dimly lit place, Lit only by the candle Beside you, Finally opening wounds, Opening a heart that feels too heavy. You briskly touch the keys; they feel heavy, As if they still collect every tear. The silence is deafening, Louder than leaves twirling in the storm. We fall apart when it gets dark. You start playing the blue piano, The only comfort you have. The wind bashes at the open window. The storm sets in, Adding to the noise in the room. A sound of gloom and doom Enters the space. The song starts chaotic, Just like your thoughts. Your hands shake, Breaking the rhythm— Notes shoot through my thoughts Like morphine, Numbing the background noise. I strum the keys, Cutting my finger tips open. Bleed into them, Bleed for the music That holds me together. The candle still burns, But for how long? I keep playing To keep the flame alive, Letting the silence wait, Dancing with the sound, Until the storm passes through And I’m still here.
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Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 5:06 PM UTC
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