All of Yesterdays

Did it pass by and not haunt us,
Was it written to be read again,
Here I am always close,
I am here never fading like a stain,

I smile in a crowded room,
my heart aches of pain,
the vines of thorns that looms,
darkness of bitter...

I am here always lending a hand,
temptation of nightmares,
why am I here in this cruel land,
is this right, is this fair,

I fell for the past,
I walk in fading faith and believe,
The same road alone again,
I'm still here the one that's there for you,

Tired eyes and mind,
I slept and slip into the notes,
every piece as if so kind,
pasting my soul,
breaking my heart,
to form what was broken,

Changing of fingers,
black and white was simple,
the mergence of them turns beauty,
tells a story need no words,

Just a simple key,
to answer with a few notes,
Sometimes there's no need of words,
If you close your eyes,

You will be cradled with a melodious piece,

Copyright by S.S, 2012