There’s a feeling through my fingers
Like rivers out into an ocean,
There’s a feeling in my eyes
Like a lake flooding with water.

Nobody can see
How badly my weak hands shake,
How my eyes blind me as they well up with tears
- a single drop on the ivory key.

A pain rushes through my heart
Like on it a careless step,
A pain rushes through my head
Like on it a slapping hand.

No one can see
How quickly my heart tears,
How my head throbs as I struggle to think
- concentration on the ebony key.

Pulsing through my smallest toe
Like an accidental trod,
Pulsing through my neck
Like a warm hand for comfort.

No soul will see
How merely my foot shrivels,
How my body feels the heavy weight of my head
- as a forgotten minor I lie.