It's been years since I have played the piano, but I think Im doing just fine.
Instruments with strings...and knobs, and things...make me quite nervous sometimes.
Colours and sound run down to my ankles, making life sweet and devine.
But for now I will stick to the keys on this piano, because everything's better in black and white.See, we are all a band writing songs for our ages, with metaphors and anecdotes alike.
But in time our nice rhymes will fade with our bodies, fleeting with tremble and fright.
It's havoc I'm told, when life's music unfolds, leaving the end in plain sight.
One day, my piano will die, and the keys will divide, and thats when I'll know that everything's right.
