Brief Grief

i don't think i will ever forget the picture perfect moment:
i walked into the keyboard lab the day after the SYF,
nothing was touched and everytime was left as it were,
jackets strewn, spots of honey, scores on the risers, hangers.
well, it felt fuzzy.
and literally, my footsteps echoed the empty room,
the room which is now void of the unison laughter and sound of 45 choristers,
no longer could i listen to those 45 voices together, ever again.

its, just, painful.