The Piano (collaboration W/ Aisades)

The shrill chill of winter
~trying to die...
reaches in through the window
arms, of moonlight

She softly watches
~the frigid wind blow
I wait for her inspiration

I reach out, touching its keys~wondering what is left of me
After a day of grind and gray
I try, I try to play

Cold and tired-hands of ice
~her fingers trembling
Just a light stroke
~of brilliance emerges

Feel, girl, feel~that’s all you have to do
Stop thinking so much
Touch and it will speak for you

Fingers softly searching
~as if searching her soul
As I play a light note
~her touch gently intensifies

That note-reminds me of him, then,~another hits
I feel the buzz of the electricity
~beneath my fingertips

Something different appears
~hidden in her strokes
I feel an emotion longing
~breaking free from her fingers

Riddles of notes~fingers touch and float, then,
~the thrust of a chord
I’m not thinking so much anymore

I feel a certain flow
~shes moving with passion
within every note strikes
~a little piece of her

Chord progression
Single notes are tears
Falling individually
Emptying me of fear

I feel her heart beating~
playing a melody
she's driven by it~drowning me in emotion

Spashes of chords
Pin prick notes
I close my eyes now
~fingers doing what they want

Passion plays me
~fevered finger strokes
I've become her canvas
~a blank page for her desire

Tears flow freely
~falling onto my hands
~rolling between my fingers
Slipping off of moving keys

Her dampened fingers
~play with reckless abandon
~through the soft saturation

I play to mend her heart

Lulling pressure
~to a softer melody
  Chords fading, ~
notes trickling to an end

I gaze up at her
~no longer a blank page

~but her masterpiece, an emotional odyssey

Condensation from my soul
~resting on my brow
I rest my fingers against the keys
~for now, again, my soul sleeps