Life’s composition  
 
Softly pressing into keys 
Fingers dancing fierce and fast 
Straining to hear their ringing pleas 
Raging to and from our past 
 
Listen to my solem tune  
Birthed from my deepest wounds 
Reminding us of all life’s ruin  
Each note a new lesson impugns 
 
Fading just as it was built up 
Decrescendo to a stop 
As though the last drop from my cup  
Piano rests with hands atop  
 
This is my life’s very song 
Can you tell where it all went wrong