Piano Poem by Tanner Herndon

Woe are the worms,
Trampled underneath, by elephant's feet,
The beasts are again at the watering hole,
Murdering sorrows in a bottle,
They vomit with relief,
Hearts beating out of rhythm,
We're all playing a different song,
Everyone a master of their organ,
They just want to play each others',
Instruments,
Some just need a tune up,
Others are missing a few keys,
Wood hearts carved from experience,
Varnished with renewal,
Too many knots to concentrate,
We're waiting for the termites.