LINES OF THOUGHT © 2013
The steps of the piano make us leap with joy,
Each note played is a surge of freedom, oh boy.
But sometimes, on its jagged path we tread,
We wound the conscience, piercing it instead.
There are moments when the music, so light and free,
Makes us stumble upon truths that cut deeply.
And in that stumble, the notes become pain,
Wounding the inner self, revealing love's strain.
We cry, we weep, wholly and sincere,
For music is a mirror of our deepest fear.
Each tear that falls is part of the score,
A heartfelt echo of those who can hide no more.
Yet despite the hurt, we continue to play,
For it’s in the saddest notes that we learn to sway.
And, through tears and sounds, we find our essence,
That even in wounds, there’s a profound presence.
And so we leap and fall, through sounds and emotions,
On each piano step, we discover our notions.