Easy on the shrill ones there. Light on the sonorous ones. These are not just notes that you strike. I see what they hide, what they seek, what they hope for. With every chord that you touch, a scream finds passage or a smile finds spring.
This is not just a song, it is the story of your life. I make it so plain, but you would have us believe otherwise. Not today. No veiled glance, no silent notes.