PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Red blood drips on the black and white keys of the piano

I try to play my swan song, my solo, my finale in soprano

Maybe my jagged vibrato cuts are too deep this time 

Because my ears are fuzzy as I try to find the notes and rhyme

I hear the pain in my story, in my tempo

I feel the beat, the sadness, the stacatto

Music is my outlet but what goes in

Too much to play and take 

Too much to bear and grin

My song will live on past my time and fingers will play my story with no restrain

So play on dear friends, for it's the only part of me that shall remain.