Day after day, moment after moment she plays, waiting for fate to take its course. Her eyes fill with tears as her fingers dance along the black and white keys of the antique polished oak piano... the only thing her recently deceased grandmother has left her... the only thing she owns. She sits before her window screaming her pain through tones and notes, flooding the city streets with sadness and despair, but she never looks out. Day after day i sit and i wait for her to play the pain that she plays. She only wears black when she plays, she only smiles when she doesn't. So lonely... so alone. begging for the world to hear her but after a city block, her tears blend with with the traffic of the new york streets and subsides to nothing more than a voice in the wind... her biggest fear. Today feels different. I pull up a chair to my window and wait patiently as i do everyday but still today feels different for some reason. She isn't late because she's never on time so why does today feel so different...? tbc
