Instrumental Sorrow

Pounding keys of a piano, playing chords of my sadness in the key of E flat minor, never being far from the tears it generates because of your loss. Strumming my heartstrings like the strings of my guitar, striving to erase your loss, hoping to bring you back to me now. Nothing seems to work, I am still sitting here alone in a room filled with instruments and none of them are able to take away the sorrow. They only allow me to play my heart and soul out into their melancholy and sorrowful music, being composed constantly from intellect. Missing you darling, wanting you back in my life, yet seeing nothing but instruments of my life, standing cold and lonely all around, feeling just like me inside.