Long nights, heavy strides, and a pinch of nostalgia
Though the piano strings Hum a tune I thought I could sing
The creak of the wood Reminds me of how once I could
The viola picks up my heart Swings me about, almost tearing me apart
And yet, the iron grating of an old guitar Is what guides my tired feet to the bar
An orgy of sounds in the night Giving vent to my plight.












