The unplayed piano holds unfathomable potential
We're broken children, her and I
I dust the keys, sometimes by accident I make a sound
And we long for days gone by
Her keys mock my life, it's all black and white
We can't hear the colour
It's been a long time since I could see the music
Now each only have eachother
She's out of tune and I am out of line
She holds perfection
After you I expected this infinite loneliness
I long correction
I often perch on the bench for hours
She holds me steady
I flex my fingers, wring my hands, and walk away
She remains ready
Her mantle tells a story most would rather forget
Our life, photographs
You're merely a character in her schemes now
The forgotten half
I set the metronome to your heartbeat today
I took a shaky pen
She watched me pour our story onto sheet music
We went back again
White keys lay innocent and beg your forgiveness,
Propose a melody
I prop my music and my hands rest above our story
Aching for company
I know two parts but I tell her only one
She gives voice to a soul undone
My fingers say what I can't bear
That I'm alone and you're not there.
A duet divided for eternity resides, unfathomable potential
We're broken children, you and I
I close my eyes, sometimes by accident I make a sound
And I long for days gone by.
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