Madman O the Piano

Madman on the Piano I am swimming like a horse in the deep ocean currents. Little feet trying to paddle like a madman on the piano. You spiced our conversations today. Pepper, lemon, maybe wasabi. To hot for my mouth I spit out The curd, kept the cream. You make me want to hit the door like a rocket on fire. When will you understand the plan? I am not the archer on the roof. Come here to me Right here where I am. I don’t want to dig in the dark To find your functions anymore. The wind is knocking over your scarecrow and leaving the crops to the scavengers. Do you want to wave your veil as my ship sails away with a cargo of your fortunes.