Piano.

Half empty feelings,
An open notebook,
With a half dead flower,
that means a world.


Black and white,
the keys untouched,
like a bottled message,
left unnoticed on the shore,
waits for the waves
to take it back.


The curtains dance
with wind's secret romance,
soft whispers fades away,
like dying stars,
And there she waits
for that song of love,


which will
turn her into
a lady
who is
virgin
no
more.