As I play the piano softly
sentimental notes,
fill me.
Though the notes
cannot penetrate
the darkness,
I feel the tears
within me roll away.
It is as if I am playing
for the lightyears of time,
that have lived within me.
The disease eating the most
of my heart,
the notes shattering
my soul.
Outside my window
I see soft clouds drift,
but my fingers pull
pieces of melencholy notes together.
The sunshine melting
in my tears,
my hands leading
the hurting heart.
In a solitary room,
in a solitary world
where no one would know
the story of my woes,
my heart is crying.
I cannot hold it in any longer
I cannot help....
the music coming from my fingers.
