And You Wont Hear a Word

The harmony, the melody, the placidity and subtlety of each pianissimo note, the rage and intensity of each forte beat. Each bar, each measure, each line, each piece, and all the curves, sharps and flats, and every clef. I`m irate: I bang the keys and it sings my anguish. I`m jovial: my fingers gush across the keys singing my happiness. I`m forlorn: I slowly drift up and down it sings my desires and tears. I need not words, I need only my piano and it will speak for me. How good, how angry, how happy, how sad. How sordid, how love struck, how desperate. I am. It sings my most simple and complex feelings and you won`t hear a word.