By Arcassin Burnham

Writing music notes about shard blades,
What is your excuse,
Wondering what if,
And what your mother has been up to,
Pianos tell it all,
Like the graze of keys on the side door of a car,
Your spouce didn't think you would go that far,
The pain and the lies caused them to split apart,
Pianos tell it all,
The rise of a newborn,
Not exposing that child to the devil horns,
Teach and protect is the oath you sworn,
Pianos tell it all.