Do you hear the notes nearby?
The overlapping of melodies still raw in my ears,
Fingers danced on the keys over the years,
The sweet sounds no longer reachable…
I sometimes ask, why me?

No longer, beautiful pieces I see,
Absolutely nothing that seems so free.
Birdcage has it always been.....
Gripping the locks unable to find the key.
Shaking, pulling, waiting
Like those larks, eyes on the sky. To bathe in the heavens' cry.
Ain't I trapped?

Trying to figure out the notes,
I still don't know the sounds,
That makes you clap.
Try, I still try, to find
An escape from this bind.

Still my piano no longer works,
Too tired to hold these foiled notes
I give up.

Waiting for the times to warp,
My piano no longer sings
The way I wish.
As I force myself, not to frown,
The notes I tried to play, they had died down.

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If it's weird to understand I'm sorry. It's based of poor struggling pianists who are jeopardized, suppressed under pressure, power , rules and traditions......and eventually, they give up. Sad...I know.