• His fingers touched the ivory keys
    A sound resounding
    Soft. Gentle, touching
    So surprising.
    A reason which to me
    Is reason enough to bleed
    Heart rate rising as the monotone drilled
    A quartet of emotion forming where once, lay empty
    An overdose, if you will
    Or a depressant for an anti
    Just as thunderous as the start,
    A clap, it ended.