The Piano

She walks down quiet halls
Her bare feet slide across old floor boards
The flowing maroon dress
That once belonged to her mother
Gets frayed and worn
As she walks
In a dull blank stare

She comes across a room
A simple room
With dusty walls
And ripped drapes that cover broken windows
And in the farthest corner
An old piano sits
Her curiosity overcomes her

The yellowing and cracked keys
Call her name with so much grace
It screams for a warm hand
To be touched
To be loved
To rid it's stringed insides
Of the dust and cobwebs
It calls her by name
And it is love at first sight

She pads over
Anxious and hypnotized
And she reaches out with one hand
Her left middle finger
Gently puts pressure on the middle C

The sound rings out
Loud and out of tune
It echos off the walls
Wrapping around and hugging her
In a sheet of needles

She wants to stop
Can't handle the crying sound
The never ending echo
But her hand won't stop
Her body is rebeling from her mind
Now she is playing songs
She's never heard
And she can't stop
Panic rises in her chest
And The Piano now has another victim

An ignorant and unsuspecting
Caught in The Piano's string of webs
And now the piano will be loved
Until the girl in the maroon dress
Withers and decays
And The Piano will need another lover

When the time comes