A Thousand tales
Who’s truths were never revealed
A Thousand letters with words
Never to be heard by intended ears
Gathering dust in forsaken shelves
Roses in a dead man’s palms
A blind Man’s vision
Wishing you never knew Astronomy
Before the stars graced the heavens
Gods playing sick jokes with one’s heart
Inflicting pain in the name of character building
Ignoring that it takes ages to heal
Dark thought plagued minds
A melody to the dead
Memories filled with cardio torment
A Lullaby to a breathless child
A mother’s soul flooded with tears
For a child she never got to hold
God took back his gift
A Soothing lie they tell
Feeling undeserving of mini giggles
Goo goo gaa gaas
How can a simple silly sound
Carry so much weight
Fill souls with so much joy
I guess God is cruel
Noah’s flood now lives in the hearts of wailing mothers
Ballads with neither rhythm nor soul
White keys, a bygone feast for termites
Black keys, tuneless as a cordless banjo
Nothing but a heap of forlorn everything
To the Gods, merely or peharps simply
Music Played on dead pianos