The children are laughing,
gathered around the christmas tree -
we're all at home.
It's the time for happiness, laughter, joy.
A table filled with food,
the scent of wine in the air -
"Everybody, enjoy!"
But there's no-one there:
I sit by myself
watching the snow fall
behind the frosted window.
My fingers glide
over the cold ivory
and ebony keys
of the grand piano.
There's no click of the door,
no seasons greetings
shouted across the street.
It's only us here.
The wine spill on the mat and
this masked musician
playing a masterpiece.
Alone.
© Inka K.
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