I write mediocre poetry

Broken piano keys turning to rust,
Reminding me that every soul returns to dust,

A heart which remembers those haunting keys,
A thinking mind which was never set free,

Songs of darkness playing within the echo of a constant wind chime,
The melody lingers on awkwardly throughout endless time,

From the darkened skies and relentless rain,
Come the constant dribbles down the window pane,

Lost along all my remaining fears,
Like the slow releasing of drops of tears,

Nobody left to hear that broken piano play again,
Just a time to reflect upon way back then......