Fae LundConlon (19/08/1990 / England)

Music flows around my head
I sit at my black glossy piano
Melodies of sorrow and sadness
Chopin's etude makes me cry

I cry because i love it so much
The music flows beneath my hands
My fingertips barely grace the keys
Light as a feather, dark as the night

My own little bubble, little world
No one can hurt me there
Nothing but sweet music to keep my company
Along my lonely life

See, in this world of notes and paper
No one else may enter
In this world of ntoes and paper
I'm at one with me

Because in this world of music
I see colours that no one else can
Swirling painting pretty pictures
My own world painted by me.

People happy joyful, major
Crying with despair is minor
I lay my soul bare to those who can read it
Music is my only release

So as i sit at my piano
Playing romantic rhapsodies
I wonder who else understands my world?
And that there is no entrance.