I'm sitting at the dusty piano keys

Wind flowing through my hair

Picking at my soulless disease

Burning my life away unaware

I'm trying to prepare myself now

Your existence to somehow disavow

Creating my own melody and playing

A song to sing without saying

The words that have drenched my lips

They way your hands gripped my hips

Rolling away the troubles and slip-

ping into another melancholy piece

From the musically untalented