I watch the piano strings thrum
They shiver like my bones
At the sound of a Minor chord

I watch his pale fingers glide over the keys
They move as swiftly as I do to his lips
They are just as cold

I watch his face as he plays
His calm visage broken by a diminished triad
My heart broken by the pain in his face

I watch his lips move
Mouthing the words he's written
I weep that I can't hear him