What a What a strangling to be caught in To be here To be stuck in Berlin Vienna so near Yet so far the Emperor's ear What a and impossible sum To be old to still be so young To have sung speaking a word To be To be Then to To be To love but to be so To and to be so deceived To mourn, forlorn, to be from you Scorned for who suffers no grief To curse God, lightning And to still be To hide in this room, now too rich to To hear armies of bang at the door yelling for more And to have nothing to sell that help for the Steinway that sits in the corner
For it all came too easily To learn the scales in key To play the etudes and the The and The Fantaisie To the sonatas, minuets, and symphonies To the truth fits and starts To strike the middle F like it's an through the heart To wing the right hand like a dove
(the peaceful of a dove) And with left a violent shove
(some moments demand a shove) To needle gently yet with a steady foot upon the pedal And to clench the first inside the velvet glove To learn to and to scream (the whisper the scream) To let each finger breathe (no, nothing unless it breathes) To burn, to worship, to To pose a question with a on a key To flee, to fight, to To in air solid underneath To rap heavy knuckles on the gate to heaven til there's nothing to Achieve, but To go the length of cable hidden in the cabinet To metamorphasize the twisted unto an alphabet To lay the lazy C upon the wooden floor to rest To send the end across the top and the C into an S To curve the tail beneath the S to the tangle to a B To hug the wretched root around the suffocatingly To wrap again to wrap again to give the coil loops To penetrate the hoop To tug the loose through To yank the knot until it's ready for the got to do To toss the braid above the beam and to affix the noose To bid adieu to all of you
until nothing left to do but Climb the To the collar the edge To into the air