The Bitter Piano.

On the keys of this piano, were the notes go up and down, with these imperfect men. I use to play this perfect song, now the sadness of a broken Heart, are taking over with the pain, resentment and sorrows. I keep playing this bitter piano to only caress the tip of my fingers opening a forgotten wound in my soul, were only the crazy men can cope.

The sound of your voice brings me to a place I never been, every note creates a world full of this sweet pain. Only you can take me there and bring me back.  

Oh Heart of mine keep falling in love with this bitter piano, create a perfect broken heart.

Again and again playing by your darkest rules. Love and obsession are not the same but yet I learn both can go hand by hand creating Music from this broken men. Today I love and hate the melody's of this bitter piano all at the same time, you come to me note-by-note and sound-by-sound.

Even if this sick love burns and bends my fingers I will keep playing this old piano with the Melody of this simple heart, I will play them one by one over and over again only to fall in to empty words.