The solitary pianist played.
alone .
fingers met keys unlocking the subtle, sonorous, secrets  hidden within the music .
Feeling seemed to seep and surge from the pianist playing, puncturing soul and heart.
Dim light illuminated the scene: piano, player, chess patterned perch and nothing else.
Nothing else seemed so close and so far as if reaching out to touch something but missing it by nail lengths.
The music sung to the emptiness.
A sirens call in the dark.
A searching scream.
The song seemed to sink and soar.
The man played more and more.
On and on and on and on and on and on
Sailing that emptiness, seeking sanctuary from himself.
Trying to stop stepping deeper and deeper.
Revolving now, a Waltz with himself.
Solemn song sung for a stolen mind.
Poached personality.
Short,secret, pleasures swapped for a soul.
Sanity set sail, a drift in black.
Swimming and flying and drowning with no way back.

A clear sight I can see
A future that has opened up to me
A cage that belonged to who  
with A door that is now open too
A heart that hasn't stopped beating Ever since I met you
A glimpse caught in a moment of stopped time
The wings fly faster then the seconds going by
The sun glares making their light reflect
Surrounding the future with many years
and Perhaps I have been deceived
That I am capable of hearing a Ding
I do not need a trumpet or drum
just a sound will do me in
for even just a small patter
Is more then I thought I could hear
for before you I lived an entire life of silence.

A drop in a puddle
A splash in the lake
A wave in the sea
A ripple in time we be
Throughout our lives a moment becomes a memory
But memories become a ripple as if tiny waves appear
Making the reflection unclear
we are in a moment of time
with moments of time in us
we flow down the river so many call life
we move across the water in the timeline we pass
In future, present and past
A ripple of time we last

I saw that man fall in the street.
It was like he suddenly
lost his feet.
His sign went flying,
as did my mood.
I should've been crying,
will work for food.

I saw my friend breaking down.
She needed those pills,
but they weren't around.
Her hands were shaking,
as was my mind.
Her heart was breaking,
yet I left her behind.

I heard the sirens again tonight.
My stupid neighbors,
another fight.
I've seen that girl,
we spoke once or twice.
She's not in my world,
I've been more then nice.

There will always be something wrong.
Some lost soul
some sad song.
There will always be people,
to rearrange it.
But God, just once,
can we try to change it?