This piano is wireless. Free of power chords. Free of superficial sap.
This piano has one key, and one key only, repeated for every finger lost. One hit and retreat.
Broken voices built upon broken bones yet nobody knows, nobody knows this note.
Distant desires pulling that one string over and over and under this precious hammer of yours.
Broken voices built upon broken trust yet nobody knows, nobody knows this note.
This piano is full of white empty space, enough for names and questions to disappear.
This piano has one key, and one key only, repeated for every finger crushed. One hit and retreat.
This piano has one key, and one key only, repeated for every finger lost. One hit and retreat.
Broken voices built upon broken bones yet nobody knows, nobody knows this note.
Distant desires pulling that one string over and over and under this precious hammer of yours.
Broken voices built upon broken trust yet nobody knows, nobody knows this note.
This piano is full of white empty space, enough for names and questions to disappear.
This piano has one key, and one key only, repeated for every finger crushed. One hit and retreat.
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