The Musician

A pitch black room

A lump in the bed

Lets out a whimper

“I can’t rest my head.” 

Her eyes dart back and forth across the room

No one there to comfort

Her restless mind imagines a helpless doom

Until a piano starts to play

One note, then the next

The tune fills the room

Ghostly fingers dance across the keys

The child’s eyelids drop like curtains

A blue light of peace shines from her heart

The tune drifts off until the next night 

The musician

Heartbroken and lonely

Is dead and gone from all adults’ minds

So he plays for their kids

As he played for them all those years ago

But he is in time forgotten even by these kids

As if he’d never even existed