i'd give anything
to hold those hands again
those hands which have
caressed piano keys
and carefully held my broken heart
which you do all too well
i'd buy every piano
and score sheet in the world
if it meant for you to play again
i'd break my heart over and over
if it meant for you to be here
and hold me together again
i'd give anything and my everything
to hold the hands of the piano man
a jumble of incoherent words for wjh.
i wanted to save this for a future draft to see if i can polish it better, but perhaps i just want to let it all go now. words are words, no matter how unrefined.
(j.m.)