in a bit of a mess, left out for years
what’s the point of denying it
on top of the list
I’m terrified of the piano in the attic,

black dots & lifeline on a blank sheet
music heals wounds you can see through
I wonder if I’d be alive if it wasn’t for you

Blowing the dust off my toy piano
watch your baby steps
until you make it there

forget the headache & heavy-going feeling
until you’re weightless
wandering the chords you might loose yourself