May 13th 2010

unedited, it just came out.


The clatter of her footsteps echo down the depths of the hall
the silence amplifying the steps to the point the sound becoming unbearable
she makes her way to the room at the end
lowers her self down to sit on the bench, she slide to the middle
her delicate finger lift the cover and she brush the ivory keys
The emotions held captive inside her are waiting to be let free
she starts playing
with every key she remembers
the higher the octave, the closer she feels the tears welling up in her eyes
the memories released.
her hands move faster,
nothing holding her back
the melody is not her own
just one more distant memory
the memory that may just remind her of everything she's forgotten
she stops
realizing the reason for locking away the memories,
the reason she never made the journey down the vast hall
she remembers
he used to sit on the bench.