Blank page, anxious pen
All night long from six to eleven
Head is dripping as a thousand words wind
Gushing through this dreamy mind
Where should I get to start?
What is the beginning part?
A dash, bullet or question mark?
My exclamations are igniting sparks
Empty canvas, empty space
Each palette awaits their own place
We are colors in our own ways
A motion picture our footprint paints
there’s a heartbeat in those keys you were playing
through these walls this lovesong is reverbing
as you were sitting by the old piano
purest of love sings at its echo
this familiar tune still feels so near
a nostalgia i hold so dear
there’s a heartbeat in the keys you were playing
the highs and lows valleying and peaking
through the battles we’ve fought
you’ve always thought
where trials are audacious
life remains more melodious