there's a lonely piano playing

deep notes
chords stuck
If these were high pillared halls I know what the sound would be like
If there were stoneslates covering the windows I know what the light would be like

There's a breath and I turn around
There's no one there but the ones I've been expecting
and I know what it would feel like.

There are no doors to be opened and I know, I'm sure, that there never will be
I know I'm wrong when I say I'm right
I know I'm going when I say I'll stay
I know I'm looking at a reflection.

Shards, cords, slashed entries and deleted files.