Night after night when the world seems silent I dare to escape in a series of notes and rests in hopes I might be able to find myself once more among the songs long forgotten;
the ones I dedicated to you.
Its not a real piano, like the one I always wanted as a young girl, but a rolled out key board good enough to pretend the way they taught me to so very long ago. The way you used to do on those nights the rain came down and sleep could not over come me no matter what we tried.
Songs gone unheard for so much longer than any work of art ever should, memories arisen after hours of being suppressed, I lose myself in a series of notes and rests long forgotten as I dare to play the songs I love;