melancholy melody,

the music in her smile.

like the guilty guitar strings,

aching to confess.

the let down of the flute,

it doesn't play peace anymore.

she hides her sax, in the

dusty cupboard of forgotten memories

the violin breaks its strings, and

strangles the tune.that

once was cherished.

for,

he won't come again to

play the old piano, and

it will sit there,

mocking.

the trapped songbird, she.