We sit and watch
We look around
But what we see
Is never sound
Our ears can perk
Our noses smell
But never will
We realize Hell
Is often closer
To our hearts
Then all the clouds above

Our vision blurs
Our ears can droop
Our noses plug
Our hands grow cold

So ever key we hit
Only becomes
harder with ice
We play a key
And yet don't see
The giant size
Of what is lost
A feeling
An emotion
A thought
A song

For in a moment
It all turns wrong
No note is heard
No shadow seen
Only a growing fire
With but one desire
To burn all
That we love
And rid us
Of our hearts

For deep inside
We all know
Our shadows grow
When no one sees
When no one listens
Hears or smells
And slowly we enter
A dark damp room
With locked doors
And no source of light
In this room is a piano
One with shimmering keys
Tainted in blood
Wood is sanded
Smooth and soft

Yet,

Hit a note
And no sound comes
For all the stings
They have been cut
And each string
Represented
A dream that will never come

So curl up
Hide
Try not to cry
For your head is gone
Your eyes are blind
Your ears are deaf
Your nose is plugged
Your hands are cold
And feet are numb
And soon you will
Be dead