The other day i managed to find my old piano
I used to love writing music
Spending hours piecing together a melody that had always existed, i was simply the one writing it down
The ambiance of creation always seemed to waste away the inane presence of time
I would sit in the sun shining through my window
A drink nearby, and a fine cigar
That was many many years ago
The intangible joy that music used to bring me
Used to enthrall me with a vigor for life
As it is now, I can no longer feel music
I can no longer feel music
I am no longer taste the rusting bitter taste of fine ***
Or even mildly enjoy the smoke that sweetly, sickly framed my piano
The instrument had rusted over
Strings, composite woods, porcelain keys
All once pristine and prestigious
Now warped, split, and discolored beyond repair
Although I no longer recognize my instrument in the same way
I know it is there and i know i used to play it
Sadly the memory of music has all but tarnished in my mind
It is simply noise
Sounds arranged in order of severity
I find no solace in music
No relief in drink
And no tranquility in cigars
Feelings such as those are strangers to my life
Faded tarnished and distant
Like a stain of breath on a mirror
I cannot mourn the loss of these pieces of my humanity
For it was inevitable that time would take them from me