“Dirge”

A lonely man
in his dark, dark house
sat down in gloom
the room as quiet as a mouse.

Never was there
one as lonely as he.
His dear young bride
left in the dirt for eternity.

As she rots below
he decays above.
Both dead and alive
hearts broken with love.

The keys of the piano
drenched in black and white
beckoned to him
in threadbare light.

One finger pressed
the middle key,
a beacon of sound
in a dark stormy sea.

Two fingers, then three
as the notes fell from he
rushing and swelling
all emotion ran free.

Deep beneath the earth
she heard the call like a bell.
Her joints began to jump
and breath from her lungs fell.

The man pressed and he played
till his fingers went numb
only stopping when someone
to the door had come.

He rose from his seat
and deep in a daze
wandered through the house
as if trapped in a maze.

The door creaked open
by itself as he reached the hall,
he dearly beloved
there standing skeletal and tall.

His eyes widened in surprise
and he fell to his knees
she would come whenever he played
those black and white keys.

Together they stayed
in this dirge-like way
until the man’s fingers stopped
on his own dying day.

Photo by Dolo Iglesias on Unsplash

©2020 Jai Lynn

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