Random Raving

They say the old have tales to tell. And I say mad man are not mad there just more philosophical. But then again have you ever heard the ravings of a piano. Humming and vibrating sounds of gratification. As the hands of calamity strum on its key, Like a violin. While Vivid and vibrant notes of woe, Still illuminates joy throughout this devoid, Hall that preserves your heart. For many good things bask in a cloud novelty.