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Silence strangles a pin drop of a falling piano thats about to slam onto a glossy roof of a black car. You wake up with scattered glass on your tired face and feet, You see a body of a well dressed musician next to a broken piano leg wrapped in piano wire. Frantically you scour through the wallet and pockets for anything that will quench your curiosity. The sun sets down onto black clouds that shade the facts with black, My fingers recover a note that is folded, the body is cold and the sirens are roaring, time to leave. Inside the tall buildings of the destroyed city the rats wage a revolt while I slowly read the note. Pianos dropping out of the sky and dead musicians and the silence that can drive you to insanity in a blank night. I shake off the last piece of glass off my sleeve as I put on his coat that fits too perfect, I now take part in the mystery that I command. I put my wallet in a mail box as I look around for something to stare at while I think away at life. I wait for 7 pianos to fall onto subway tracks while i walk through a foggy air field the ground is wet and cold every footstep is a reminder of how to escape. The gravity is still and holds you down in your mood for a moment while you breathe for an eternity. Steering wheel gripped by evening hands that have been inside pockets while her white hands crawl against the walls of a dark room looking for a switch to turn on. Lashing out like hairless lions escaping torture it hits the side of your face like a block of ice that is slowly melting. The noise and the light drive you awake so you may see down the barrel of anger that is going to keep you awake for years till the night you look out of broken mirrors onto the ground of broken pavement. Rapid waves of dropping pianos fall onto the air field while you run steady to avoid them.