keys line the inside of him
and the chords live within him,
as he hums mindlessly to an old song.
his eyes are glassed over
with the quintuplets in the piano line.
his feet are light as they glide across air,
and tap the rhythm long forgotten.
his mind is filled with melodies
that create harmony.
he gets lost in movements
and Sonatas.
Even arias and pieces
she once knew.
He bangs onto the keys
and let's the warmth of his tears
burn his cheeks.
He runs his finger through his hair,
and he breathes fragmentarily.
He smells the air and recognizes her scent,
a mix of vanilla and ocean water.
He sees her
standing next to him,
what is left of him.
The piano,
now carrying his soul.
And the echo of the final chord
like his ghost somehow escaping
again and again.
