I am in love with a girl… who is afraid of breakfast,

who brews coffee in the morning like gasoline feeding a starving engine.

Her fingers dance around the machinery of her waist out of step with reality.

Not all passion is love or an action, 

it is a feeling and can be full of hatred.

The enemies of which we seek,

the monsters that we associate in our dreams are stuck within our heads.

The fans knew it was the end

Their championship hopes were looking as bleak as a stormy night

As the star player fell down in fear

There was a crack that was clear

For his leg bone was fractured with an ambulance near

I can hear the loud silence

coming from the 100s of seats.

The pristine Steinway grand sits right in front of me.

I touch the black bench and feel its leathery surface.

I sit down and realize