The keys of my piano are broken
Agonising, I can only sit and stare at them
Letting the dread of the moment fill me
As it has been doing
Those keys, being my strength,
Have fallen apart!
Keys they are, which have been given to me
Once, when the hour was dark and
The shadows stood out as sparkling and pulsating
Displays of light!
Now, I shall play no more,
I shall sing no more
I shall, rather, be the bird in the cage,
Too sad to even voice out of my agony
As it would seem,
That the rest of the world bothers not by it!
Cared they solely to listen to my tunes,
To sing along to my songs,
To hum as they went along with their lives,
But the fading mess that I have become
Shall be rubbed from their memories
As easily as the ocean wipes away the writings
On the seashore!
Why, the tears streaming down my face flow steadily
Hurting my eyes and accentuating my wrinkles
The sight that I am is a mess
As it can be seen in the mirror
Yet, the wise man’s sayings burst around in my head,
Is it true that someday I shall wake and laugh
At what I thought was the toil of my life?
Or is it merely some other wise man’s genius way
Of helping humanity deal with the meaninglessness of life?
Why, I have been feeling like I am only a part of what I am supposed to be
Ever since I started to get a notion of life
But this life or the next one
Shall still be painful if the part to complete me
Renounces over me
As I have chosen to do,
By falling in this realm!
My piano keys have fallen apart
And their sight reminds me
Of the spilt mess that I am!
Without them, I shall no more be,
As I shall not be able to create and pass on to the world
That small world which inhabits me!
My piano keys are broken
And I sit, and stare at them,
In utter desolation, as music, dreams and visions
Pulsate through my veins!