Music on the piano

Sitting here in the distance listening.

I can hear the notes on the piano playing.

A heart aching song you play with a heavy heart.

Passion so sweet it was becoming art.

Such simple keys but it means so much.

Your voice echoes through the night giving it a wonderful touch.

I can almost hear a cry in your sound.

But not even your tears can choke your voice down.

You play like you did when we used to be one.

When the last note you play was done.

A gunshot filled the room and silence stood out.

The sweet melody you played is gone without a doubt.

I was going to heaven, but now you are going to hell.

Now I am left as more than an empty shell.