Piano strings and guitar keys,
I hear them all when they sing.
Angelic whispers that I seize
In the form of testimonies.
Strum the chords on the drums
That palputate the ones I love.
Open their eyes so they can see
Just how much it means to me.
Take tomorrow to the canvas,
Stir the colors as they bleed.
The seed of thoughts growing
Into a view that's candid.
And when my actions lose their cadence,
And my words lose their pages.
Replace guitar strings with the keys
That open a heart that's hardening.
