Poety Vault: Piano

I play what I feel...
because often when you speak
those words aren't real.

It tends to be surreal even.
You might catch yourself dreamin'
....of what you should've said.

Often words are dead.

Our dreams are alive.

Regardless of what's been said
...so when I play I give them life
breath...
a chance to catch...

up -

with the realities we've
conjured up.-
in our minds.

metamorphosis.
0h.plz.dnt.judge.me.4.this.