Soul mirror

I’m like you

My beloved piano

We are one and the same

How many tortured souls have played on your keys?

Battered, splintered, beaten, mistuned.

You are a perfect soul mirror.

You are my soul.

Oh and I am so damn sorry.

Every time I hear you, tears of compassion flow from my eyes.

Every day so.

You sound broken.

Not well at all, mistuned and every note sounds three different versions of itself.

You sound like you haven’t been cared for.

This would have been my job.

I failed you.

You have been entrusted to me, a century old instrument, oh so many feelings have been carried and showed through you, so many moving melodies, so many pianists hands have touched you in awe.

And now I have ruined you.

I put you in this place and it keeps us both to this day caged in a way behind these thick walls.

Too heavy to move.

How could we ever leave?

The one who was supposed to care, he doesn’t care at all. Not for us at least.

He shut off the warmth in a darkest winter.

Oh the bitter cold left some scars.

Your strings were never meant to carry such coldness.

Since then you sound so sad.

You remain my soul.

And just as much as you are out of tune, so is your mirror image.

I share our scars.

Fear what I am becoming.

For today I stepped down from the one I want to be and for s cruel moment, the year long game took its toll.

I reacted to him.

With anger out of the moment of his usual belittling words.

In this moment, I became just like him.

And I realized too late.

What a shame.

I have betrayed myself.

I have betrayed my very soul.

By putting it in this place, where he strains it so much, it looses its harmony.

Will someone come make us whole again?

Or will one day all that is left, be an angry dissonance, echo of mistreatment?

You, keeper of our ”home”,

What will you do then?

As you hear the sound getting more broken with every single day passing.

What will you do?

When a string snaps?