Don't leave me in silence! The sound of your piano has been an angel in residence, tuning the instrument of the psyche each morning since we met.
Once, for a season that seemed heaven-sent, we roamed streets known to Socrates, where a temple gleamed, a blanched vision of columns in an apotheosis of keys.
Rehoused in the mansion of tears unshed, the piano moved closer, we sat back to back; you duelled with your demons; I - a mute keyboard, where symbols danced mockingly, white upon black.
Now the notes travel a long corridor; you practise in solitude: preludes, fugues. Don't leave me alone, where cacophony's beast from the mind- numbing deep takes me down...