The piano sits in a dark corner crying, the violin screams as he lay dying, it appears as though his heart is no longer trying, what happened to the hope it was supplying, left somewhere on a distant moon drying, who can be blamed for such an act, foolishly thinking the love was an undeniable fact, never once realizing the feelings she lacked, following the pain it is so easily tracked, the source of it all rests in one place, and you thought your heart would be safe, thoughts of changing my life came just a little too late..