White Keys

The white keys tinkle
the sound, soft and sad
They play their
melody as the day gives
into night
I still hear your voice
behind the soft song
I still hear you laugh
behind the tinkling tears
I wish you could hear
the sad melody, the one
that was a happy song
The white keys still tinkle
away, play through the
ethereal night, highlighting
the fall of what once was
It's love gone to hate

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