DUSTY

IT WAS ONLY WHEN I DUSTED THE PIANO
AND TRIED TO STRIKE THE OLD SYMPHONY
I REALISED HOW DISORIENTED THE TUNE SOUNDS NOW...
THE HEART WAS DUSTY TOO...
NOT HAVING LAID HANDS ON IT FOR LONG...
I TRIED
BUT ALL THAT CAME OUT OF THE DUSTING WAS...
COUGHS AND MORE BOUTS OF COUGH.
AND NOT A MELODY!!


GUESS I AM TOO OLD
TO START ALL OVER AGAIN
THE BONES ACHE WHEN I HOLD THE PEN
GUESS I AM TOO OLD TO WRITE IT ALL OVER AGAIN.
BUT I HAVE IT IN MY HEART
ALL THOSE LYRICS AND SYMPHONIES
ALSO, NEW LYRICS AND NEW SYMPHONIES
ONLY THE FINGERS ARE TOO OLD TO WRITE OR PLAY...


OH! THAT I COULD LAY MY HEART BARE,
OH! ONLY IF YOU COULD DUST IT OUT
WOULD YOU KNOW, THAT IT IS STILL YOUNG
WOULD YOU KNOW, IT IS STILL SORE FROM THE LAST WOUND YOU GAVE
NOT AN INCH HAS HEALED SINCE YOU LEFT
AND THAT NEAT SLIT FROM THE BROKEN TOY OF YOURS..


ITS FROM THERE THAT THE SYMPHONY LEAKS
THAT IS WHERE I HAVE ALL THE MUSIC
AND IT WILL CONTINUE TO PLAY WITHIN ME
IT WILL CONTINUE TO HAUNT ME...
TILL YOU COME 
BLEED ME OUT OF THEM
AND HEAL ME AGAIN.