The piano breaks the silence of the room.
As I play my fingers, broken and crooked,
sear with pain, and look mundane,
as I turn my flesh and bone into song.

I want to fill the whole room with my music.
The melody humming and sweet.
My arms are gone, my legs are numb.
There is a rattle, my fingers on the keys.
I might be pale, and losing all my details,
but the...