There’s a feeling through my fingers Like rivers out into an ocean, There’s a feeling in my eyes Like a lake flooding with water.
Nobody can see How badly my weak hands shake, How my eyes blind me as they well up with tears - a single drop on the ivory key.
A pain rushes through my heart Like on it a careless step, A pain rushes through my head Like on it a slapping hand.
No one can see How quickly my heart tears, How my head throbs as I struggle to think - concentration on the ebony key.
Pulsing through my smallest toe Like an accidental trod, Pulsing through my neck Like a warm hand for comfort.
No soul will see How merely my foot shrivels, How my body feels the heavy weight of my head - as a forgotten minor I lie.