Broken Arpeggios

Fingers trail over the keys of a distressingly out of tune piano, tripping on broken keys. A discordant melody stumbles from the ancient strings, halting and fragile. Rain pounding on windows falls eerily in time with the hesitant music. The pianist sits slouched on the wooden bench, stares without focus into cobwebbed shadows. His foot taps faintly on the cracked wood floors, the shine of his shoes oddly harsh against the faded grain. He knows he has to go soon, life will not wait and he has much to do, but this moment is his. And so the day drifts by,uncaring listener to broken arpeggios and shattered songs.