i couldn't sleep.

i remember the old black piano. ivory in keys. it was placed there all these years.
i knew it was in its space for a reason. for whatever it was. i never truly knew.

it's beyond time now, where wolves, ghost, angels and demons come to fight.
to do battle when slumber finds mortal skin.

yet, this old piano. this old black piano stands. it places itself by this wall, where its ivory keys met mortal hands; amidst the fighting of angels and demons.

and with harmony and tunes in sync with melodies that could only come from the dead, that old black piano played. and played. and played. it played.

and there he was. shadowed beneath lights stricken by shadows.
he played. and played. until sorrows became unknown to him.
until he couldn't play anymore.
there was a song inside of him. waiting to come out
and it did for sure; and to none of its melodies did any mortal ears come to heed.
by only demons and angels. he played only for them.
and now, those melodies, lost. because you can only play such keys once.
and they are gone forever.
that moment spawned between time. between slumber and wake.
between ivory keys of black and white.

between here and now.
that moment was captured.
and if only demons and angels could hear.
they would have ceased battle.
and made peace.
and allow us sweeter dreams.