the melody of was

you used to sit in front of the piano
trying to create an unpolished song
a song that you haven't really known
a song that no one ever heard
you slip into a trance as if
the moving wind outside flows into you
your fingers slowly pressed the keys
you stopped... and moved again.

i heard the first few notes like rain
one by one like drops of acid
it seemed so harsh as you began to play
without a clue, it sounded insane
it broke at some point, i heard you swear
frustrated even at the first few lines
your fingers slowly pressed the keys
you stopped... and moved again.

you looked into the ceiling like there's
more to the plain white paint above you
i saw you flash a proudlike smile
like you found the answer to a childhood inquiry
a deep breath-like sound you exhaled
as if the mistaken beat never happened
your fingers slowly pressed the keys
you stopped... and moved again.

moving thru your fingers one by one
the sound that started misunderstood
now became a harmony of unclear emotions
a perfect blend of ins and outs
i can almost hear the beating of my heart
to the rhythmic sonnet of your music
your fingers slowly pressed the keys
you stopped... and moved again.

how fast your song halted to a state
of unreturnable judgment of what was a moving experience
since you've left the piece unfinished, unmoved
i held on to a dream that you would've made possible
this time there's no more to hear
this time there's just me and the black and white
your fingers slowly pressed the keys
you stopped... BUT didn't move again.

a memory of how you used to glide
amidst the abyss of sharps and clefs
as swift as the music of your soul ended
i now sit in front of the piano by myself
crying for one moment to hear you play
reminiscing of that perfect mistake that you've made
when your fingers slowly pressed the keys
but you stopped... never to move again.