/// 12:00 am
The lonely note wafts in the air,
resounding throughout my troubled heart.
Though it is not accompanied by another,
It sings a song of grey.
The song is a song of no art,
But the lonely pianist would play no other,
for it is a song that truely reflects his soul.
The song plays its melancholic part,
And the heart continues to carry out its solitary journey further.
~
