I hear that piano sing
That we can reinvent everything
There's no recipe to endure trials
To go back up the rivers when tragedies rain down
To absorb the dramas
To row across the seas when horror turns on the charm
When you didn't have one either
You fought as best you could
When hell shakes your hand
Giving up's human, the future's far away
But you started to sing
Like at every fall, every time, it forced itself on you
To sing, like a startled child
Like a survival instinct
To sing to accept, express, resist, move forward, progress, exist
To sing like resilience, a deliverance
To sing like a given
And in the dark, behind the fog
I hear that piano sing
That we can reinvent everything
Do you get it's your thing?
That music comes back to pick you up after every fall
At what point do you know it's your compass?
When life punishes you, music consoles you
At what point did that piano sing?
Its chords haunted you, pampered your health
At what point is it your breath?
And at what point do we make it a song?
If I feel like a child
I've already had several lives
Singing what they took from me
I too have known a kind of fog
And I heard that piano in the distance
And I too, without really planning it
My voice naturally joined it
We don't have the same story at all
But in the end a few common points
Like a whiff of oratorical force, I write, you sing
The fog's far away now
And in the dark, behind the fog
I hear that piano sing
That we can reinvent everything