Slim fingers move gracefully,
Over smooth white pieces,
Guiding correct keys,
Demanding of their essence,
Forcibly stealing the art,
To ease your own suffering,
Dull thuds throughout silent night,
Notes refusing your command,
Stool thrust backward, paper strewn grass,
Ache pounding behind your eyes,
Notion incomprehensible to the,
Clever planning deceived,
Shaking hands grasp cherry wood,
Revealing the magnificent tragedy,
Strings have been cut

Sheet Music 3/6/11

© 2011 by knownkonvict

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