If I could play piano as deftly as I do in my dreams
If I could sing and you could hear the rich tones I do when my voice echoes in my ear
If I could put down words, the true ones that bubble up and swell in my heart
This is what I would bring forth into the world.
Something like this:
But I only tap, tap, tap a little Heart & Soul
I only whisper my skirmish with harmony
I reveal the yellows, the pinks, the browns of my soul only.
Not so much of the blues.
Or the blacks.
Pretty lies. Only pretty lies.