ivories stained
with bruised hands
blood caught
in the cracks
notes ring out
like bone splinterin
like the sound of teeth against tile
I don’t play gentle
haven’t in years
b/c I learned these notes thru bruises
thru the rage of a man
who couldn’t love
every chord a hammer
fallin from his hands
strings chokin under the weight
melodies unravelin
ragged
broken
the kinda sound that rips you open
you call it music
but it’s just me bein slammed
against the keys
black keys like shadows
white keys like bone
nothin but chaos
only fractures
the damper pedal’s a god
the fall board a weapon
poundin flesh and strings
holdin the wound wide open
beatin out a rhythm
so the ache keeps spillin
don’t tell me it’s beautiful
don’t tell me it’s talent
it’s violence
dressed in brutal crescendo
it’s a war
I fight with both fists
and the music is played
thru ivory bodies
that take every strike
every fall of my hands
every bruise i carry
you wanna call me fragile?
watch me crack a melody in half
watch me grind beauty into pain
watch me bleed sound
rip a nocturne raw
turn every whisper into screams
watch the arpeggios claw the ceilin
til the whole goddamn room cries
til your bones feel the weight of it
I can play soft
but soft’s just another way of breakin
underneath it’s all splinters
all bruises
all scars waitin
to be struck again
hello dearest poet I love pain and sorrow through it I learn who I am this is evocative 💕
Damn, Ambjr. Felt this one my friend, amazing write. Appreciate you.
Damian
We all take out our pain in one way or another. This shows it. Like Damian said Felt this