The Lonely Piano

It sat there waiting to be played…

Nicole Maharaj
Moon Light Confessions


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It sat there,

day after day,

gathering dust,

the weight of memories,

of moments passed,

a bond of mother and son,

lost to pain,

and regret.

The song that had been forgotten so

long ago,

until one day a light spread upon its

dark face,

a hand,

both familiar and new spread upon the keys,

beautiful music being eeked out,

by an unpracticed hand…



Nicole Maharaj
Moon Light Confessions

I bleed out my soul in my writing, in these pages you will find poems and short stories fantastical in nature and completely fictional. And some reviews too!