Pushed to the brink of existence these notes never stop sounding in ink with each stroke of the key types a musical note to write on paper which writes the somber story I will play on this piano.

 

Summer day, I have come back to the shores where my last summer days laid.

 

Penthouse on a white sand beach watching the waves wash away the troublesome Fall thoughts off Summer shores of my Summer dream house.

 

Rays so bright I forgot winter exist until I turned around and found her standing, dripping spring tears from her eyes beholding a frozen heart before me.

 

She brought those April showers and soon the frozen heart brought May flowers.

 

A knife stab a promise between the heart you are holding and the body of yours I am embracing.