In your very own prison



You got your story under your fingertips



One, and two,



And three, and four



You got the story flowing



Thus the steady ache



And one two three



Four, slam the notes



One two three



Four, bash the keys



Pedal down, three four, slam



Fingers unleashed, for they shall soar,



Twirl,



And paint



Your story out loud



One two, blacks,



Jump



Three four, whites.



**



Invisible tears, you use ‘em



Since you ran out of visible ones



One two, broken notes



Three four, random bash



**



Got the room basked in screaming grief



Slow, wide, it spreads



Drag your soul out



Along with the beats it rages



Slay the cage



Unchain the story



Got the air mourning for you



It howls and yowls and wails



Got the moonlight dimming



Till shades of dark



Eat out the rest of the dim light



Four more lifeless notes



Three beats, and one two three



Two nods, and one two



Smash the keys, bind the music



Slam out the story, and three four



Jump, slam



Jump again, and



Slam



Spread the sad melodies



Far and loud,



Happy ones will know the beauty, whilst sad ones



Will feel the beauty, for



It’s an art of telling a story



And arts are beautiful.





