its been a wile I know,
thought I would give it another go,
I don’t know if this is known or needs to be told
but the prompt of this challenge is as always coloured bold 🙂
Lying in a room that I only know is not my own.
From my lips wide open,
escapes a lonesome moan.
I hear the notes from the piano,
they sing a weeping melody.
I wonder who is so sadly playing
but I’m too afraid to go and see.
Slowly I am drifting on the notes of the song,
to unfamiliar places and people never known.