dishwalla is playing on my stereo
they sold out when they had their "one hit wonder"
their other unknown music is so much more pure
i'd like to see them in concert
i'd like to see a perfect circle in concert
a perfect circle virgin, i listened intently
while she sang their praises
perfectly manicured finger on the radio buttons
leaving a 10-point match, i'm sure.
my nails look nothing like that. never have.
looking at my hands only, you'd guess i'm 5 years old.
my fingers don't fall that gracefully, they stab at buttons
even in my music, on the piano you're
supposed to use your finger pads
i start out that way.
really, i do.
but i only play the piano when i'm alone
and the acoustics are good
once i begin, i play in
disregarding the music
i know all the notes by heart
my emotions take over and i have no control
over what comes out of that instrument.
granted, the notes are correct, but the dynamics
are completely lost as they humbly follow the lead of my stifled feelings.
the music for me was a sad sort of tango
especially when i wasn't writing
a rare moment for my emotions to escape
from their prison inside my cells.
around the 9th minute in,
when all my surroundings have blurred into
it all moves in slow motion
the music, the keys, my hands
and i could swear that tears flowed from my very fingers
onto the ivory where they were dashed away without acknowledgement
next stop: inner turmoil
and hours later when i stop
and the last notes hang in the air
i look down and see my emotions lying on the keys
naked as a newborn with that look that screams "let me back in!"
but i calmly say "stay there and think about what you've done."