Let me tell you a story, Of a pianist who sought glory. Her piano was her life, Even with fingers cut by a knife. She played with such grace, Even when her thoughts would race. She played not with fury, but silent anticipation. Where the heart is bound by distant hesitation. She cries her heart out with each note, A tale unraveled with each chord. She played her memory, Every thank you and sorry. Yes that pianist is I, A broken soul, a silent cry.