Piano notes can break my heart
  first love lost in youth's chaos
  or have me cry with joy at our
  first child's birth. I hear echoes.
  "You've been at war with yourself
  far too long. Come home, son. I've
  loved you all along. Nearly out
  of time my end is coming soon.
  Metaphors keep burning us down."
  Fire hisses like snakes in the rain.