A Falling Leaf

The roar of their laughter
echos in the empty hallway
as she makes her quiet getaway.
Socializing wasn't a priority.

She retreats to a familiar room,
sitting down on the charcoal bench,
in front of the piano,
a solitude,
her open hiding place.

The hands, polished and sparing,
glide over the keys
as the silence is broken
by the vibration of the strings,
but the desire to play
leaves while the sorrow seeps in,
causing her glowing light to dim.

Her life feels like a delicate leaf,
falling at the mercy of the wind.
Its colors muted, a faded mosaic,
fluttering uncontrollably, spinning towards
the ground like a golden snowflake.
There it will lay, abandoned,
forgotten over time
as the fragments scatter
leaving no evidence of its existence.