I just broke my arm,
&nbsp;&nbsp; playing songs with no melodies
&nbsp;&nbsp; motifs like lizard scales.
I just broke my arm,
&nbsp;&nbsp; remembering where my fingers go
&nbsp;&nbsp; bass on ivory like Scriabin at midnight.
I just broke my arm,
&nbsp;&nbsp; dancing to crumbled up manuscripts
&nbsp;&nbsp; timbre so soft like bags of nails.
I just broke my arm,
&nbsp;&nbsp; singing sweet tragedies off key
&nbsp;&nbsp; ostinatos like "I told you so's" from a book I didn't read.
I just broke my arm,
&nbsp;&nbsp; begging for answers
&nbsp;&nbsp; arco off strings like hate off the tongues of babes.
I just need help
I just want sight
I just...
I just...