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Echoes of Quiet 1 by Vikash

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Echoes of Quiet 1

Sad Piano Ballad

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fingers hover where the notes used to live,
ivory colder than a morning after rain.
dust gathers like commas in the corners of the room,
seats fold their hands; nobody clears their throat.
a program still on the chair, smudged ink of old praises,
the stage smells faintly of rainwater and gunmetal.
i press a key—just one—and it answers like a memory,
a thin bell of bone that trembles then goes quiet.
behind my mouth there’s a hollow that keeps time,
a place where vowels used to rest and bend.
light cracks along the floorboards, thin as paper,
the last clap left like a coin that never fell.
hold the silence — let the piano say the rest.
hold the silence — small notes falling, keep them pressed.
hold the silence — hum the space between the lines.
hold the silence — what’s unsung becomes a sign.
a single lamp draws a ledger of the keys’ worn skin,
callus maps like small moons where fingers learned to live.
pedals remember pressure, the wood knows how i leaned,
air tastes of measures cut and never finished.
outside, a freight car stitches night in slow seams,
inside, a kettle clicks and counts two steady beats.
my hands still keep the tempo even when the voice is gone,
they read the room like sheet music with one page folded.
there’s a metronome behind the ribs that will not speak,
it ticks in borrowed phrases, soft and taut.
empty applause rustles like leaves trapped under glass,
i breathe and find my lungs have learned a quieter word.
hold the silence — let the piano say the rest.
hold the silence — small notes falling, keep them pressed.
hold the silence — hum the space between the lines.
hold the silence — what’s unsung becomes a sign.
fingertips trace grooves where once full phrases lived,
i press a low chord; it opens like a room with draft.
a tremor wakes inside the dust and stays small and bright,
a lamp blinks twice, like someone testing a throat.
the city far off sounds like someone turning pages,
a bus sighs, a dog barks, all ordinary things that keep on.
i let one phrase leak out through the keys and hold it close,
it’s not a voice yet — only a tide pulling back to shore.
hold the silence — louder than a single shout.
hold the silence — let the missing notes work out.
hold the silence — one small melody returns.
hold the silence — keep it warm until it learns.
the last key lifts a whisper, fragile as a thread,
dust spins in lamplight like slow sentences unsaid.
silence keeps a heartbeat tucked beneath the lid,
waiting, patient, for its own small language to live.
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