Poem: Exquisite pain sings in my brain (please comment)

At night within a mountain town
of dark and empty streets

from an upstairs room

a lone piano

echoes

songs of loss.

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Echoes louder and louder still.

Painfully loud,

its strings,

my strings...

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And your train

slowly, slowly, pulls away,

tearing my mind.

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Exquisite pain sings in my brain