Piano Sonata No. 17
Exhale
The keys are still ringing
But I am back
My trip was short lived
I had escaped
For 3 short minuets
Into the music
The piano has stopped ringing
It was never meant to not produce
Sound
My hands float to home
Nonsensical
Most of the the time
Random notes
Strike the strings
I CAN PLAY LOUD
and I can play very soft
The conversation between
Music
And myself
Goes a lot like this
I long to escape again
We always find ways to escape
Reading a book
Watching a movie
Playing a piano
And for that short time
You are not you
You do not have responsibilities
But you do have
Imagination
I escape into music
Inhale
I play again
Gray Area 