The Last Man

The Last Man

Notes humming in the air
The silent tapping of keys
Hitting an old wooden frame
Quiet melody drifting
Among the winds
For all to hear

Calm winds blowing
Through the streets
Rustling the leaves
Clinging to the branches
Holding on for dear life
Dew dropping to the ground below
Like the tears of man

Seasons pass
The world ever changing
Starting young
Full of life
Lush and bright
Then growing old
Sombre and cold
Covered in an icy cocoon
Repeating this cycle
Like the turning of a wheel

Vibrations in the air
Of a quiet, faltering
Flow, coming out
Of thin strings
Used and frayed
From use and old age

Lonely man standing under the trees
Emotions, hopes, dreams, frustrations
Hang heavy from every note
Quietly singing farewell
The wind sweeping it all away