those hands which have caressed piano keys and carefully held my broken heart which you do all too well
i'd buy every piano and score sheet in the world if it meant for you to play again
i'd break my heart over and over if it meant for you to be here and hold me together again
i'd give anything and my everything to hold the hands of the piano man
a jumble of incoherent words for wjh. i wanted to save this for a future draft to see if i can polish it better, but perhaps i just want to let it all go now. words are words, no matter how unrefined. (j.m.)