What a What a knot to be caught in To be exiled To be stuck in Berlin with Vienna so Yet so far from the ear a strange and impossible sum To be old while to be so young To have sung speaking a word To be To be Then to To be To love but to be so To and to be so deceived To mourn, forlorn, to be from you Scorned for another who no grief To God, seeking lightning And to be ignored To hide in this room, now too rich to To hear of creditors bang at the door Always yelling for And to have to sell that could help Except for the Steinway sits in the corner
For Arthur it all came too To learn the in every key To play the and the suites The and The Fantaisie To master the sonatas, minuets, and To seek the truth fits and To strike the middle F like it's an arrow through the To the right hand like a dove
(the peaceful flutter of a dove) And left a violent shove
(some moments will demand a shove) To needle gently yet with a steady foot upon the pedal And to clench the iron first the velvet glove To to whisper and to scream (the justifies the scream) To let each finger breathe (no, lives unless it breathes) To burn, to worship, to To pose a question with a on a key To flee, to fight, to To in air solid underneath To rap those heavy knuckles on the to heaven til there's nothing to Achieve, but To go retrieve the of cable hidden in the cabinet To the twisted rope unto an alphabet To lay the lazy C the shabby wooden floor to rest To send the end the top and bend the C into an S To curve the tail beneath the S to turn the to a B To hug the wretched root around the suffocatingly To wrap to wrap again to give the coil seven loops To penetrate the hoop To tug the appendage through To yank the until it's ready for the job
it's got to do To toss the above the ceiling beam and to affix the noose To bid adieu to all of you
until nothing left to do but Climb the To the collar the edge To step the air