abyss, a word, irrelevant

the keyboard, my piano for the night,
  notes, and chords-phrases-spilling-

free. will.

every word pre-destined? or my mind
powerful enough to
create.

sense is irrelevent in this context, my setting-
      the plot, just words put together-
a melody,
  does this please your ears?

the chords that mean everything to me, could be
                  meaningless,
or twisted in your brain, and language
  is just a way of trying to understand the impossible,
each thought is unable to be conveyed to another-

I can make you feel, emotion-to cry, or laugh, or scream-
    no two snowflakes are ever alike,
each feeling is unique,
  no way to replicate the flame. once passed, it goes extinct.

absoulte truth.
anything can strike emotion,
soaking in, seeping through every pore, to allow
life
to wash across your face, a song,
the intensity of it all

to die. taking away everything we know?
or throwing us into everything we've longed to understand..
I am what I believe,
    nothing else. control.