The Last Song

Fingers trailing against the ivory keys
trying to make the sound beautiful
closing your eyes
drowning in the notes

Catching yourself on a mistake
and make it blend in
creating a lullaby
unlike the ones you heard as a child

The sound of laughter
the sight of tears
a thinning smile
and broken heart

of a simple word
a simple thought

created and died so easily
caress the keys with small fingers
and finish
with a calming note