a chord with no tune

I shine in the dark when there is no light, but the mere comfort of voices that stay out of sight.

Gentle yet soft,

Still but slowly.

Am I heard like the rest? Do they ring in tune the way I do?

My song is curious and awakening, but trapped in a breath.

How much longer can I go before they outcast my shattering song?

It roars like an eagle but is unheard by the crowd.

As dark as the night sky yet angelic as an angel in a single key.

I dread what awaits my legacy on the next page of notes.

No longer the sweet tune they adore, but a menacing grim.

No longer loved if it isn’t what they want to hear.

Voices turn to echoes,

The mist of disappearance.

They have to come back

my song isn’t finished

I can’t be left behind, it’s not an option.

My chords continue to play,

I’m still as beautiful as the night sky

Even if nobody can hear anymore.

I cannot be as sweet as the others, as bright or as comforting.

When I needed it most

When my chords became rusted and dim,

The spotlight shunned away from me.

My life has become nothing more than a piano.

A comfort song when they’re afraid of being alone.

No longer will I sing a song to replace another,

I understand my legacy.

And forever will I live on as a chord with no tune.