I now see that every lie was a mistake
As I listen to the melodic poems of the piano
That I inspired, I created...

He treasured me, and he loved me
And my daughter here wakes his ghost
Though dead long ago, he never dies in music

And now I can never escape the monster I created
The great giant of our times wrote because of me
He cried because of me, he died because of me

Still here, his spirit spills onto the floorboards like blood
As my girl mindlessly cranks out the sounds of agony
The hammers that beat the strings was my betrayal upon his heart

Day by day, he’s with me, still here
Haunting this gorgeous house built on lies
For what I held in my midst, was the soul of an artist bewitched

I cursed him forever and then I slipped away
And his brother is now in his place

So with each whining string I shall not forget
The love he lamented for whom all was writ’.