I see your figure hunched over the old grand piano; I see your worn fingers slowly graze the keys which once locked our promises when you used to play me songs.
Now, I only feel the warmth of you as I sit on the piano bench, and when my fingers touch the keyboard. I have never felt any more monotonous and monochromatic than the notes and keys which I effortlessly hit.
I'm playing right, but why do I feel like I'm playing the biggest mistake of a song in my entire life?
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
I see your figure hunched over the old grand piano; I see your worn fingers slowly graze the keys which once locked our promises when you used to play me songs.
Now, I only feel the warmth of you as I sit on the piano bench, and when my fingers touch the keyboard. I have never felt any more monotonous and monochromatic than the notes and keys which I effortlessly hit.
I'm playing right, but why do I feel like I'm playing the biggest mistake of a song in my entire life?
Chapter 3 of Finding You
