a remaining piano

Looking in the window, you’d just see the shadow of a girl. An arching ceiling, an unlit chandelier. The slanted shape of the untouched piano.

Stillness. Dust has collected on the sparcely decorated shelves. The corners of the room spill inky black dark, seeping inwards, threatening to devour the girl.

Just a silhouette, statue figure. Black dress, limp hair. A hand hovers over the keys.

Closer. Her eyelashes are wet, and so is her face. Fingertips frozen, lips parted. Eyes welling.

The piano: suspended. Her eyes unblinking. Memories lingering... haunting melodies, ghostly repeatings. She hears his songs, his love.