I play this song for you
Fingertips against the ivory
Each note crafted from my heart
Written in this poem for the eye to see
Every tear, smile, and laugh
Play out like arpeggios on the staff
Broken chords from shattered swords
Used in the war of love
Tired of fighting
Tired of trying
My soul has bore a dove
For our love was that dove I bore
And watched fly away
Praying for its return
With an olive branch
That day
Will never come
That's why I play this song for you
Filled with chords of metaphors
And emotions that are true
Some notes are filled with tears
That may damper petals
On the flower of your conscious
Which has become hard as metal
All that is left is the waning echoes
Bouncing of the walls
From our song that played
Night and day
Romancing the narrow halls
Of my soul
Now cold and barren
I cry out in these keys
Which pierce the darkness
Like the winter's breeze
A soliloquy of silence
That falls on your deafened ears
A melody of love
Which you refuse to hear
So I play this song in silence
Futilely on my hollow piano
An ode to a river deep with love
Which has suddenly
Become so shallow.
