He was different.
He brought the kind of music that made my heart dance in the silence,
composed the kind of lyrics that made me believe,
hummed the kind of lullaby that lured my doubts to sleep,
gave a performance that brought a whirlwind of emotions,
like a virtuoso,
he played me well,
he pulled my strings,
a euphony so well
that I thought I was his grand finale,
but I was just another piece he played.
PS: I wrote this in one of my classes during freshman year when my professor surprisingly gave us ten minutes to write about anything that comes to mind. I thought I’d just write something that ended up like this.