Sat, isolated,
Thinking.
I began to play,
Anything would do,
I became absorbed by the sound,
Strange, how one so weary,
Can give so much release.
The door opened.
I stopped.
Turned to look,
The features of sadness,
Clouding over my face,
"Are you alright, trying to hide"
Seemingly taunting,
But for once it was sincere.
For the first time,
I saw pure honesty,
And replied,
"Yeah, that's what it is, I'm hiding."
He nodded and mutual understanding
Passed between us.
The look of sadness,
The feeling of overwhelming sorrow.
Left me filled with emptiness.
