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The Painist

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With a disgruntled piano that needs to be tuned
And an amateur pianist setting the mood,
Of broken keys, broken memories
Saints and angels with dark cast shadows.

Empty words which meant something and now I’m in doubt,
Don’t know why life has to turn me around,
In this dark room the only thing I can hear is that melody,
Play it again and again, it echoes inside of me.

Don’t worry ‘bout making mistakes, missing a couple of keys, or shoddy footwork;
Don’t worry ‘bout my pain, my anger, frustration and rage, sorrow, sadness, and hurt;
Just play that melody one more time on that grand piano,
Let it flow over my like water, let me live the song.

Warm to the touch now cold like ice;—cream
And you scream too, pent up inside of you, no this is not a dream,
Yeah maybe I’m reliving that same mistake but one day things are gonna change,
And that amateur pianist will hit D instead of C.

And my life is a mess, turned around as I undress
Treble clef bass and staffs; C sharps and all that mess
As I pull up my shirt and see in the mirror
Ever mistruck note and now…now I see one more.

Scars and tears this broken body in shambles
And the me inside me tells me I should scramble
To make sense of these broken pieces, these broken shards
But no two pieces fit

No corners and no edges to this puzzle that is life
No 6 sided rubiks cube with one solved side
Things are weird and nothing makes sense
And the pianist in the background fades away.

Leaving me alone with this grand piano with keys that I cant play
To locks that I cant open, and string of weird feelings that question my say
And I walk over to the piano to replay the song
And I look over to see someone in doubt as I play.
Im at a point in my life where i am so confused about so many things and things that i once knew to be forever i begin to question, to question feelings ive never had and what they are telling me, to question rationality. one note can change an entire song. to question heart, and mind, and soul and body and pin one against the other...


Am i the man?--at a loss for life?
Am i the pianist?--who can only express himself in bitter notes?
Am i the piano?--just a tool?
Am i the melody?--at no fault, but being played wrong

who am i?
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KujasUltimate's avatar
oOo..

I really like this

it inspires me to play piano
--since I'm so ...not experience
but I love to play anyways.