Rain

keys

There once was a boy who's eyes glistened as if rain puddles Along the side walk and who's smile , that was worn to the bone , although once shown truly , is extraordinary. He lived his life simply smiling and nodding and playing along to the same sad tune and as his fingers would caress those keys his heart would spill onto the floor , his music was not only a simple rhythm or lyric but an opinion , an idea , he'd open new doors and create new passage ways just by the sound of his voice , the way his sound was heard , he doesn't know it yet but he's already affected so many .He'd play the piano as if it were a long lost lover, and he'd sing as if he were a wise man telling a story never told , and that's what his music is to me , a story never told , but one that desperately needs to be heard.