Day 258 - Piano City Keys

I weep I cry

Searching for the inside

No more blue sky

Just one more way to be denied

Don't play me like I'm ivory trust

To pour your fingers across

I am not silver, only iron prone to rust

Any tune within I, is a loss

The black keys of this city can't save me

They only echo my anguished plea

Let us try to light up the sky

From this low and dark place

Perhaps we will do more than try

And astonish this city square into grace

From the simplicity of parking lots

We have the hope of our generation

Tied into a thousand digital knots

Without any hope of explanation

We play an unfamiliar melody

Across the photographed piano city key