Tears on the piano

Extension of the fingers to the sky

touch the clouds and shape them again

There's a storm in the coffee cup

Little soldiers are tired

Music is gone

Tearing the keyboard apart,

Fingers and sounds

Break free from the hounds

High resolution

Low intution

Little buttons in black and white up and down

I touch your chords

And we melt in eachothers arms like clay

We stick together

Pen test

We are what we write

Big noses, red cheeks

Big dreams, little tweaks

Swirl and reside respawn and revive

Deja vu - C'est quoi est c'est ou?

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