spaces the size of your fingertips leave the keys barren of dust that lay there for a year. again play a lullaby to others that to me is a song that needs no lyric... echo out the twisted Fur Elise. trip and fall on the broken F sharp. your soul resounds among walls that only knew love from curtains. Marry me. chuckle and trip and fall. my fingers perform a duet with you on the floor. each vibration heaves me, bleeds to Ortigas the artery and to it's sickled veins. coffee and your voice over the phone. your voice and the broken F sharp.