I sit in front of the piano, mindlessly playing. The world outside keeps talking. They take their voices for granted and yet I'm the one losing my ability to speak. As my mind spins, my emotions seep into my music. It's angry: a tantrum thrown at the keys. I stop. What a beautiful instrument, ruined my my foul thoughts. Tears spill down my cheeks. I can't betray it like this.

I tell the piano I'm happy and it listens. If they are to remember my voice, let them remember it like this. My music always spoke loudest.

Skip the punctuation. I just have to say that I am in love with you and that if I lose my ability to type over the next minute that this is what I want to say to you I wish I could hold you in my arms and I wish that we could be together that I could smell your smell and feel your warmth stay with me.