The world is soft
Nothing but the instrument surrounded by spotlight exists
All else is darkness
I cry
and the piano sings
I imagine the sweetest, saddest sound
and it covers my heart like a blanket
This piano, too, has been forgotten
But the piano does not forget me, and it plays
Where are the angels
Where is the angel I am supposed to be
Not here
The piano is the only one who knows my pain
The only one who plays for me
A symphony of sympathy
Am I playing the piano
Or is the piano playing me
Me
I am the ascending B flat scale
The melodious harmonious chords
The perfect uprising....
the slip... of the finger...
The drum
The world is soft
Nothing but the instrument surrounded by spotlight exists
All else is darkness
I cry
and the piano sings
I imagine the sweetest, saddest sound
and it covers my heart like a blanket
This piano, too, has been forgotten
But the piano does not forget me, and it plays
Where are the angels
Where is the angel I am supposed to be
Not here
The piano is the only one who knows my pain
The only one who plays for me
A symphony of sympathy
Am I playing the piano
Or is the piano playing me
Me
I am the ascending B flat scale
The melodious harmonious chords
The perfect uprising....
the slip... of the finger...
The drum