The Death of 104

I remember that day, when I could use you with ease.
Pain fills the room, I still know that I for you paid so many fees.
On that fateful day, your beautiful noise had halted.
No one knows how it happened, I am forever faulted.
My dear old keyboard, I hope you may rest well.
You weren’t perfect, I remember that disgusting smell.
I don't want to accept, it's hard to muster.
I will always know now and forever, that you are stuck in a dumpster.