The Left

She dreamt of a world full of darkness and loss of life,
She was the only survivor;
Who played on a piano and masked her thoughts.
The world was shattered with utmost destruction,
The life and the music was lost,
She was trying hard to play on chords again,
And breathe again;
And light a little brightness around the gloom again.
It was a new world–
which she and her fellows imagined to be more pleasant and full of joy;
But the reality was cruel as always.
It did not matter what their intention was,
The world shattered and
She was breathing hard under the mask,
Trying to leave the world with the
Last of her music,
With the last of her musings.