the drawing room.

you'll find me now,
in a very different place.
somewhere i never meant to be.
a beautiful little accident
placed me here,
and i guess i'll stay here for a while.
i have no reason to leave,
so i'll stay here for a while.


i can only imagine you've
been here all along.
i think it's safe to say you've
been here all along.
i just haven't been in a state of mind
to notice you...
until now, that is.
and the more i notice you,
the less i really see.
the less i really know.
the less i really care.


this world, my dear,
is full of people who have
been here all along.
just waiting to be seen,
or to be heard.
are you listening?
we just need a little help sometimes,
and you can be the help, now.

a picture is worth a thousand words, they say.
that's a thousand moments of silence.
i don't wish for silence, but it finds me.
i'd love to hear the music,
but it can't always be heard.
you have to feel it first, sometimes.
and sometimes, you have to make your own music.




show me to the piano.
we are not the same.