Instrumental Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pounding keys of a piano, playing chords of my sadness
in the key of E flat minor, never being far from the
tears it generates because of your loss.

Strumming my heartstrings like the strings of my guitar,
striving to erase your loss, hoping to bring you back to
me now.

Nothing seems to work, I am still sitting here alone in
a room filled with instruments and none of them are able
to take away the sorrow.

They only allow me to play my heart and soul out into
their melancholy and sorrowful music, being composed
constantly from intellect.

Missing you darling, wanting you back in my life, yet
seeing nothing but instruments of my life, standing cold
and lonely all around, feeling just like me inside.