In a high-rise on the south side
Taller than the tallest tree
Perched upon a piano bench
Little song bird won't you sing for me
But she's sitting real still
No, not a single peep
Weeks drag past as this episode
Repeat repeat repeats
And the silence is filled with such tension
The floor wouldn't chance a creak
And her shape held in such rigid form
The walls seem to breathe
And the sun appears at the window
Slowly setting beneath the frame
Gone to rise on a small lonesome town
That she left far away
We hear a rapping at the door
Her roommate enters with a tray
The meal is left like an offering
Juxtaposed against the empty space
Though that body must be starving
She doesn't turn her hollow face
Eyes dead set on the faded paint
In search of something lost, long lost, gone, misplaced
Her joints snap to the rhythm
As she's stamping those delicate feet
Sounding loud on the hard wooden planks
Sending aches through her knees
And the strings sound with a bang
From her pounding on the keys
Hitting hard no discernible tune
Just to make her hands bleed
She sings to herself I feel like I'm lost at sea
She sings to herself I think I need a drink

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