You were my greatest deceit
And my treason was me, then
I thought of you to be more,
Much more than I could ever imagine.

I kept looking for you among the stars
On a shallow sky, and so I failed
To look under my ground shadow
… My deceit was it just.

I saw you standing, aged by your mortal time
And play that secular piano, not knowing what…
Poor keys were broken and made no sounds
And you waited and hoped I’ll like your symphony.

I know now… or maybe not, but surely
It was a sequel of my nightmare, a requiem for madness
and madding sentiment of pity… so foolish as hope
that is for you to ever have again.

Time was something I did not know…when writing
Same as you did not for futileness of dream…
Pity… for a heart beats in such a fool… yet again.
Comedy...

Please… do amaze me! And sing your deaf song
And guard the dusty piano with your lost soul;
For that’s what you’ll ever do, and nothing more
Stay there and keep you for yourself…

…for no good will ever come from you…