a piano hums in the distance,
its soft notes synchronising with my heartbeat,
and I wonder
who it plays for.
the piano breaks into a medley,
as complicated as the thoughts in my head,
yet still managing to sound beautiful,
but I cannot decide
whether it is like or unlike mine.
the piano stops playing its tune after the last note hits,
silently louder than the rest,
as deafening silence threatens
to engulf me. I rise from my seat,
and make my way to the source of the sound,
desperate to find who plays.