Sometimes I feel as if
we're holding our fight out
'till someone has something real to say.
The piano made me say that.
The piano makes things shift
and I can see things more clearly
as if I had a fully body grand infront of me
and now I have only its strings.
Like I've pulled the thing apart,
to know how it works
and I'm waiting for my brain to switch
from hearing the music
to only hearing beaters upon strings.
When I am in deep concentration,
I either have my brow furrowed
or my mouth hangs open
letting everyone see my crossbite
and lack of wisdom teeth.
Instead of concentrating,
I am going to talk it through
because the only words I could find
in myself to sing this evening were
'I'm holding my fight out, I'm holding my fight out with both hands.'
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