Piano Chords

Preposterous melody won't exist, Inside a piano without the chord's beat Aubade is formed when dolefulness emits Nails the body to where she always sits; Ordering her fingers to start a writ. Corners her world with piano as a friend Heaves fro the melancholia life has sent Obsolete in the past yet still remains Rest in the hands of the hellion of dents Deceiving the chords life composed to mend Carted away from the womb of thy mom, Dispatched to fosters as a surly wan Ego disappears to the children's scrum For years she can't find her ruined life's sum Guided and loved with the help of the rank An afflatus for three hearts to collide But deep beneath, she had always been mock Called in by her fosters as out of luck Door to door, she lagged capitulated Reminds herself the poem she narrated Misses the time her heart elevated Falls for a man who's crossed-dressing blended Solitude before but now chaperoned Laminated by her man's trifle tone Timbre has echoed when they broke the stone Do you hear the sixteen chords of her song?