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Piano Keys
Piano keys under her finger tips,
 what a lovely noise she is creating,
 debating were to go from here,
 see that tear,
 watch it fall on those lovely notes like rain on the pavement,
like rain on the pavement.
 I can see it now all those thoughts of all those people in this audience,
 here for everyone but her finger tips,
 but her tears.
 Its vague like the wind you cant see it but its there,
 watch carefully you might catch a glimpse,
 not likely,
 i laugh at your effort.
 I see it
 i see her tears as they land on the keys,
 i hear her thoughts through the melody,
 the meloncholy,
 now im walking away.
 Purple lights dance across their faces,
 i see it here too,
 whats another word,
 its just another word,
 what can it do.
The soft nostalgia of the ivory,
 her hands dance across it,
 im watching,
 shes there,
 no shes not,
 shes some where far away,
 what else can i say?
 Drip Drip Dripping.
 Im falling,
 shes falling,
 were all falling,
 like a weight in this ocean of fears.
 I see her crying under the spot light,
 i hold my breath,
the rest stare they dont know,
 of course they dont know.
There eyes widen this is just a song to them,
 this is her life,
 and her pain spilt out on the floor before them,
no one says a word,
but i am screaming,
im screaming silently to myself,
in my head.
 I see the mess,
I understand,
 i pick up a mop,
 and grasp it with both hands.
 The purple lights are in there eyes,
 what an awful place.
 Its coming to an end.
 Her fingers dont struggle to make the last sound,
 but her tears scream for it not to end.
 When it Ends she ends,
she stands the audeince applauses like they should,
they make comments,
 they loved,
 abloute hit,
 two thumbs up,
the freakin mozart of the age,
 she smiles poiltely as she dyes inside,
 killing her self slowly,
with each emply compliment.
 I dont aproch i stand in the back and watch as she fall to peices with each handshake,
 and fake smile.
 Like rain on the Pavement.
Shes lost forever to the misery of everything that know one understands,
i understand.
 She doesnt debate she knows,
 straight to hell with the rest of us,
 i know straight to ground were we deserve to be,
fancy mansions,
 sports cars,
wonderfull tickets,
 to a wonderful piano recital,
 staring one of the wonderful people,
 we know nothing about.
 Im sick,
 shes sick,
were all diseased rodents,
 trying to scrounge up any kind of perfection we can find,
 make the best of what you have,
 you will soon have nothing,
the first will be the last,
 and your at the head of this one sir,
 in you suit and tie and the purple lights in your eyes,
 as you stand,
 as you applaud,
 you know nothing.
 I know nothing,
she knows nothing,
 but isnt that the point.
 See that tear,
 watch it fall on the dirty street,
 on the dry earth of some unknown village in some unknown contenet,
 on the carpeted hallway of your cubicle,
 watch it fall in that suburban home,
 and on the corner were the man with a hole in his boot and an outstreched hand sleeps,
 see it fall in the big city and the small town,
see tricke down the faces in the mall and the mom and pop shop,
see how it makes that sound when it hits the ground of your house and your neighbors,
 see it splash in the school hallway
 and in the lobby of your office,
watch it fall on those lovely notes like rain on the pavement
....Like rain on the pavement.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 23rd, 2009 03:39 am (UTC)
wow man...
Aug. 23rd, 2009 06:56 pm (UTC)
Re: whoah
Thanks, btw i love love after the rain
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