soft notes crawl out
slow and unsteady
like they’ve been trapped
beneath my skin
waitin for a crack
the keys are cold at first
but they learn me quick
take the weight of my hands
without protest
let me press everythin I’m carryin
deep into them
each chord pulls somethin from me
not all at once
just enough to ease the pressure
to keep me from burstin
I don’t play
I just let it bleed
note by note
pain turned sound
spillin down my arms
drippin into the keys
where no one can see it
but I know it’s there
the ivories soaked red
don’t flinch
don’t ask
they just cry out
echoin a sound
that I can’t hold in
I give myself to it
to the slow unravel
to the sting in every stretch
til the piano aches with me
this is the only place
I know how to let go
the only place
that doesn’t ask me
to come with clean hands
the music doesn’t save me
it lets me empty
lets me come apart
gracefully
wrappin the mess in melody
so I don’t have to look at it
and when I’m done
the silence left
feels earned
like the kinda quiet
that only comes
after you’ve finally
let yourself bleed
Beautifully haunting
thank you fia
Truth, Ambjr. Beautifully penned my friend. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.
Damian