Empty Notes

The dusty old notes
Twirl 'round the room,
Bringing false sunshine
Into the gloom.
Memories form
In the back of the mind,
Laughter and smiles
From an earlier time.
A teardrop falls,
Making no sound,
On white keys turned yellow
And black keys turned brown.
Nothing is left
Except for the pain,
And as that gives way
Only nothing remains.