The loneliness of a piano

The piano plays in a deserted street,
squandering the last notes
to hide a woman's lamentations,
red malpelo,
helper in a company of assassins.
Hidden in the alley of miracles,
she seeks absolution
from the shadows of lava of the past.

Sweet melody of careless weavers
that capture attention
of the orderly line of men
and women with the posture
of ordinary victims of a midnight talk show.

The piano music envelops also
the sacred vestments of priests,
spreading incense to acquit the murderers.

Every day a different note,
every day a different color
and dull smiles.

Only music absoves the deeds 

of deception makers