Light creeps in the window,
waning and waxing,
a repeated exercise at noon.
There's an out of tune piano in the corner,
sun soaked wood, the stain fading,
in a reflection of the faded music from lack of use,
it has been re-purposed, pushed to the side
waiting for life.
It loves the sun.
In love with the same
which makes it rot, slowly and steadily.
A love that wanes and waxes at noon.
A repeated exercise in life.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
Light creeps in the window,
waning and waxing,
a repeated exercise at noon.
There's an out of tune piano in the corner,
sun soaked wood, the stain fading,
in a reflection of the faded music from lack of use,
it has been re-purposed, pushed to the side
waiting for life.
It loves the sun.
In love with the same
which makes it rot, slowly and steadily.
A love that wanes and waxes at noon.
A repeated exercise in life.
