the piano was angry he tried to sooth the music that kept biting at his fingers
each note...each note the world fading away 'til there was only the music alive in him
just him & the music now sharing the same body the music snatching at his soul
when the music left it took time to become human again
he sat with a cigarette having a conversation with the smoke
the music loved him he tried to love it back
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My friend had a breakdown and the music seemed to swallow him up...devour his personality. This is his description of what it was like to be him whilst playing.