I'm staring in the eyes of infinity,
And infinity is looking back at me
Saying nothing,
While I'm saying everything.

Which drives the need.

The need for me to string together the notes
That she wrote from silence,
While in silence she notes
That nothing worth knowing comes easily.

'Please me.' Said infinity.

No matter how much you add or subtract,
Go back,
And ask how to please yourself,
To bring me something pleasing.
For I have no ears to hear,
Only eyes to see,
But neither I'd need,
If you brought me some feeling.

Love each note stroke, or hate it.
Trust the song your soul wrote,
Because by the time you realize
That you love or hate the take,
It'll be too late to take back.
The feeling that comes from that
Attacks the next note just the same way
As if to say that to loud can blanket the soft away,
Or, strike a new note, and let it sustain.
The pain that the first note wrote
Makes the second much sweeter,
So show me your mind,
The deeper, the deeper.