The Piano Keys

my hands on the piano keys reading my only music piece emotions spelt in the melody soothing me from shedded tears one has to come and go have to play the broken chord yesterday was filled with fantancy today wat a reality i wish it wud never end questions live me paralysed creating some kind of symphony answers are a mystery a heartache i hope to bear i wish i cud live in the sky the sharps,the flats,the chords the trills,the crescendos leading to a cantata then back to a beautiful sonata i feel like beethoven without them music cannot exist without the ups and downs the value of life doesnt exist.