The Piano

The PianoHer deep, sorrowful cry causes my bones to ache.She voices the pain that I can not.Unafraid of judgement, she speaks my thoughts...she cries my tears...As all of my anger flows from my hands to her keys,she becomes the reflection of my soul.My brokenness...his betrayal...how is it that she expresses me so well...Even though she can not feel a thing,she merges with my feelings and conveys them so, that there is no longer even one dry eye in this room...