Faded Melodies
I sit alone before the piano,
fingers tracing the ghost of melodies
on keys that wait in silent defiance.
It feels as if I’ve been here before—
staring at notes I dare not play,
their silent song aching to escape,
but trapped in the shadows of my silence.
The...
fingers tracing the ghost of melodies
on keys that wait in silent defiance.
It feels as if I’ve been here before—
staring at notes I dare not play,
their silent song aching to escape,
but trapped in the shadows of my silence.
The...