When She Plays The Piano

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You can hear her soul
It cries like violin strings
She dances on ivory petals
And like a deluge all her pain is washed away

She waits for the sound of the lonely pelican
But there is none and just like him
She sits alone with her head hanging
In devastated places in her heart

She plays on...

Dancing slowly on keys that
Open her past, she stops for a moment to
Remember the lost child within

A tear falls like hot lead down her cheek
And stings the wounds of her life
She hangs her head low in the uncertainty
Of her existence

She sits alone and plays
Until her petals turn gray
With only her soul to listen.
"Play on" her soul cries....
"Play on..."

© Alya Landry 2008