Sketch of the rusty midnight

An insight to an old book of Clementi sonatas I've found under my piano.

After then, they agreed
To forget everything about
What they have been talked about
And it seemed that it had been yesterday
but that yesterday was no longer yesterday
And then they just shattered into small pieces of marbling

Showing the great disinterest, he just kept playing the same piece
From the old book of Clementi piano sonatas.
Beyond the window
Sun was likely to rise.