When piano chords speak to you, that’s when you’ll hear me
When fear is resonating but can’t be heard clearly
When vision is touching and touching is feeling
When all this drowns you but you’re still breathing
That’s when you’ll see me but it won’t matter because you’ll
know me
You’ll dock at the shore of me which is the core of me
And I’ll come out and meet you, and climb aboard…
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