Nocturne

Nocturne no.19 in E minor plays behind me
Rubinstein has perfect pace
a tear dances its way out of my eye
spinning thoughts in my mind

I let the tear slide slowly down my face
it feels good
only seconds have passed
yet it feels like a lifetime

my fist to my heart
I hang my head low
my chest becomes heavy
I feel every key stroke

as if many years ago my life had been composed
simple beautiful notes became a complex being
now as it plays
it feels as if my life is on display for the world

holding back a flood of emotions
I gasp for air and begin to sob
my mind reenacts the pain
a silent movie watched by my soul

the piece ends
I gather myself
feeling better than I have ages
I hold my head high leaving the pain behind