Sonata...

Tonight,
The piano is the only one who understands me now...
My emotions...
My feelings...
My heart...

Sweeping my fingers across the keys..
A melodious embodiment of my emotions echoes the empty school..
Every note...Has a meaning indeed...
Carrying one single message...
The player of the piano weeps with his piece...

I could no longer feel the forte within my heart...
The con brio within me had dissipated into nothingness...
The heavy play on the triplets signifies the despair inside...
Phrases and phrases tied up by disappointment...

Suddenly...The melody starts to decresendo to guilt...
Helplessness...
A sudden abrupt end to the tune...
He wonders...
Whether is it possible to end the piece...
In allegro...

There's no way...no way to cresendo to forte....let alone mezzo forte...
His heart beats softly...Pledging for a staccato twist...
But little can it do for his poco heart...
The low C echoes the empty corridor...

I want.......
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Silence blankets the last note....