Lyric

We memorize it deep in the cadence, in the rhyme

La rhapsodie, a frozen verse in time

From upstairs, failed piano notes cascade and drop

In this room, no sorrow sits, it doesn’t stop

Time’s a machine turning whipped cream slow to flow

I hold my breath, display sheet music where tadpoles won’t go

Allegro moderato, in a sweet frozen gelato space

Windows without scenery, tears stuck in the toilet’s embrace

A bouquet left in the fridge, a coin locker baby waits

Period-stuffed poems, a ring with no debates

All of it written behind my eyelids, ink unseen

Strength of the hold reveals the girl within the scene

On the extended line of eight bars, black keys stack

Smooth as a staircase, strawberries slide off the cake’s back

Bye-bye, hello, the paradox of being alone

Because you’re not here, happiness is fully grown

I drift in the piano’s missteps, notes like soft rain

Every chord a ripple, every silence a vein

Rooms hum faintly, gelato light touches the wall

A minor key trembles, yet I feel nothing at all

Coins rattle, petals curl in fridge-light dim

Poems linger, punctuation’s hymn

Finger rings glint in the haze behind closed eyes

Every gesture counts, every pause amplifies

I build black keys on the extension of the measure

A cake without strawberries tumbles, giving hidden pleasure

Laugh, sigh, the absent one shapes the mood

Even in emptiness, the room glows with gratitude

We hold the echoes, memorize the cadence deep

Each note a secret, every rest a memory to keep

From upstairs the failures drop, soft and slow

But because you’re gone, joy still grows, I know