The Atrium of Keys

It all means the same

In the end

Walking down the road is 

Only walking

Though the streetlights shine

Dimmer, or gold

Instead of white

Though the cars pass

In floods or

Few and far between

You are still walking

It is still a road

An address on a road

Can be anything

Abandoned warehouses

Warmly lit houses

A train station to

Somewhere else

In hotel lobbies

Somewhere else

Occasionally there is

A piano

Grand, untouched

Adored from afar

And occasionally there is

Silence

The earliest hours of

Palest mornings

You would wander

Downstairs

You can’t sleep again

Around the corner the

Keys ring out

Echoing through the atrium

Some unknown melody

Played so sweetly, so

Full of truth

And in the notes is

A voice, calling out, saying

Things you always knew, yet

Never

Remember