The raindrops spiraling down
like a hurt and injured ballerina-
and sometimes, it joins with the others;
became one identity like the lonely.
You were the happy girl that laughed,
that when you went and leave,
those tears didn't stop on command.
The piano pieces you never heard,
they were all playing in your head,
because I thought you'd stay-
with my fingers dancing dangerously,
your footsteps were left heavy yet...
It's somewhere in the rain
that I can no longer see you-
the you that left nothing
but drowning whispers that frames
were just dropping like empty names.
A splitting waltz,
the shivering of an abandoned child-
the waiting for yesterday's winter,
so the child wouldn't cry, again;
that it could be revived
for the very last time.