Play us a Song

Struggling between the facts and fiction, I'm alone
But I'm alive
Everyone around me is trying to make a statement
Then there's me,
I'm just trying to survive.

Some day I'm gonna find it,

I wished I knew what i was looking for
inside the disarray
I woke up this morning, don't know where I'm going but it's
Alright I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Play us a song!"

"Tinkle your ivories!"

No, but not today, not tonight, not for now.

Until I get it fixed, the piano, it's broken for now.

But i will get it up again, give it time, and I will play you a song.

"Play us a tune!"

"Raise a melody!"

No, probably not today, not tonight, not this moment.

i have the tune, I have a sense of where I am headed for.

Yet it must wait, but, if you can wait, i will play you a song.

[½ adaptation from Lifehouse : ½ addition from RaisingMyEbenezer]

Exposé

There are some days when you so badly want to run away from it all.

When the world around you seems to lay siege of you,

And every breath you take only prolongs the agony of unspoken confusion.

Unspoken confusion, is the single way to describe Things.

Things that weren't meant to converge upon such An Outcome.

An Outcome that wasn't meant to inflict such chaos and Disarray.

Disarray, Quandary, Awkwardness. 

Double-cross? Duplicity??  Disappointment(s)???

A million whys, from a few people,

Seeking answers that come from the million whys,

not with the mouth, but through the gaze.

Yet I do not evade. 

I'm not copping out. 

I'm hanging on, to you, dear God. 

In the hope that you will emancipate not me, but us all, from this unnecessary predicament.

There are some days when you so badly want to run away from it all.

Today happens to be that day.

Quasi una fantasia

The bricks in the wall hold together even

As the pianist completes his 5"44 minutes. 

For six minutes, the pensive music that coursed from the soundboard

Was a marriage of melancholy and introspection, yet not so much a total reflection.

He asked for it to be a pianissimo 

he acquiesced with a slight hesitation, but, so it was.

It flowed like a river, so gently, so quietly

And then came the mezzo-forte.

An awakening of an unadorned sensibility occurs

That music induced moonlit trickles, coming from the windows to the soul.

He asked for the damper pedal to be depressed all through

but it brought too much discordance and he tried the celeste pedal in the middle.

Slowing down, he strikes a minor chord two times

Meaningfully.

at the turn of the 19th century, you wrote your piano sonata no. 14 in C# minor

in the 21st today, Beethoven, your music still resonates so strongly.

For the magical 5"44 minutes,

ich danke Ihnen