I am Only The Piano Player Poem

I play late into the night alone yet still feeling you

Telling myself I have not left you unaided or lost

I had a chance to love you

Yet my fingers would not let go of the piano

Seeping tunes of wordless music because you are not there

I refuse to let go of the moments that made sense in me

My life so divided and sometimes unnecessarily chaotic

My only excuse for not being there…

I am only the piano player

I am doing just fine getting over this heartache

Wanted to love you like nobody else could love

I set myself on this journey that made me need you so much

Up till now I cannot let the grandness of piano playing be

I chose a piece of instrument with no heart or flesh

With no arms to hold me in the middle of a cold night

A piece of wood that cannot give me sweet words or affection

My only comfort is that I loved you on this piano

It knows our deepest darkest secrets that we dare tell no one

Even the moon shied away knowing ours was an eternal magnetism

Words need not be said when my fingers stopped playing the piano

To be intertwined into yours curled into portions of suppleness

It’s the end of the road for my earth song

Tunes of music played by you fade away because

I am only the piano player