Piano

My soul is the piano, his words are the keys,

Together we compose, the best of symphonies.

How my soul replays his words of the day.

Like a composer writing a play.

I hear the music, as he strikes a key.

an orchestra, is what I see.

Two soul that share acommon ground,

a friendship they have found.

What is a piano, without a player.

It's like a soul, without a desire.

It sits alone in the dark,

waiting for someone to light a spark.

A hope or a desire,

waiting fro someone to inspire.

To play a song of the heart,

a song of two souls that will never depart.

This poem is specially from me to my friend that I hurt the most.. Sorry, my friend..