Ink Blots and Piano Keys

Piano keys and cello sounds filling the air in the backgrounds,
White cloudy mist spreading throughout the forest twist,
I've been awaken by all the rules that you have broken,
Clouds are rolling in front of the sun that use to be my shining fun.

Black and white long rectangle keys playing a tune to make me strong,
To make me think about all the things I did before I would blink,
Ink blots for rain drops falling into my cupped hands; tear drops,
The green grass pressed against my shoes as I stand and lean.

The sound is getting stronger as I take a wild look around, then to the ground,
It's written all over your face, baby you once were my saving grace,
Head is spinning around in circled motions, mind-boggled by your actions,Blooming flowers I pick, immidiately dead in my hands; makes me sick.

The brick walls in my heart are tumbling down, because you didn't make a sound,
I pray that we don't fade away, in a world of black, white and grey,
Fingers fidgeting, eyes crying, head spinning, heart aching, body aging, feet bleeding,
Piano keys stop, and the cello strings drop- feeling one single tear drop turn to an ink blot.