poetic moment on a shiny hot day

the music understood my soul. it swept to the pits of loneliness, filled it with emptiness
and kept me company. the weaving tunes, spun and wove and told my story. the piano tinkled and danced in the eaves of my heart, lifted the darkness and put a dim glow in its place.
we spoke, it never counselled, never sugessted, but we communicated. it made no attempt to lift me to happiness, yet it left peace in its wake. still lonely, still empty, the music and me, but at peace, for the moment.