Falling asleep to the piano’s sweet sound,
Then suddenly fooled with legerdemain.
“HIT, BANG, SMACK, WHACK,”
Scream the white and the black.
Soul doth move Finger,
Who intensifies Timbre.
The tune it doth echo
In mocking falsetto.
Mind has been shattered
By the torture he patterned.
Shake with the fear—
It’s a comfort, my dear.