by Jason C. Ford
Loneliness surrounds my weary heart
As I am seated on a bench wood
Facing a piano with features that should
Never allow an inner spark to depart.
I search around the room to find the spark
Endowed with strands of hope which ease the mind
But only feel bitter emotions which grind
Into my soul within a place so dark.
I start to play the notes I know despite
The emptiness of never knowing why
A former love was left to hang as dry
Upon the rails of sorrow without respite.
Although my intellect cannot understand
The reasons why she decided to leave,
I play this song as one with strength to believe
That hope can come to a life remaining bland.
The kind of pain being felt within each note
Is passing through my heart as song progresses.
Tears are falling down my cheek as sadness presses
Against the memories which make me feel remote.
Copyright © 2014 by
Jason C. Ford