The Melody Will No Longer Play

Imagined noises just might be the most beautiful things I've heard.

I heard a song,
During the night.
A piano key,
Striking softly.

As I listened closer,
It faded away.
Taking its sweet sorrow with it.
And the silence came.

The melody will not longer play
For me.
The memory faded,
But still I remember.

The sweet sound
Of one piano key.