Apr 2015
She ran
She ran towards the uncompleted music room
She stood at the corner with her red dress
The corner where the tall windows were
The corner where the piano was
With a touch, she played her heart
Her heart of cries
The music room was complete with her tears
She ran towards the uncompleted music room
She stood at the corner with her red dress
The corner where the tall windows were
The corner where the piano was
With a touch, she played her heart
Her heart of cries
The music room was complete with her tears
inspiration from a short story by a friend of mine. "The Pianist" by J.S
