Stumbling in my door,
Lurching from wall to wall,
Crashing against the frames etched like keys of black and white.

Inside my mind i can hear such impossible notes.
With each collision they ring,
Crashing dissonance of the day.

These bitter notes should never have met.

They shake me as I succumb on the floor,
Before the great ring of white,
The home for the things i can not contain.

The sound of my loss and my blood,
Overborne by the chaotic fugue of the colliding keys.
There is no peace in these painful nights.

As they sped I became empty and forever at rest.