On the Piano

On The Piano

Expressions run deep,
Running from life to life;
Wanton, reckless, we reap
What we sow in spite.
Spit it without thought,
Chew it,
Wreck it,
Twist it,
Shred it,
Ruin it,
Sing it without soul;
But, my dear...
Can you play it on the piano?

We mate without love,
We love throughout our hate,
We talk of dreams,
Of some distant state;
Live it,
Hold it,
Console it,
Regret it,
destroy and consume it;
But my love...
Can you play it on the piano?

We rejoice in grief,
Take pleasure in pain,
And curse the crooked thief,
We now mock with disdain;
Look to free it,
Dream it,
Conceal it,
Experience and know it;
But through all that,
Will you ever know,
How to play it on the piano?