What a What a knot to be caught in To be exiled To be stuck in Berlin Vienna so near Yet so far the Emperor's ear a strange and impossible sum To be old while to still be so To sung before speaking a word To be To be to fail To be To love but to be so To and to be so deceived To mourn, forlorn, to be torn you for another who suffers no grief To curse God, seeking And to still be To in this room, now too rich to afford To hear armies of bang at the door Always for more And to have to sell that could help Except for the Steinway sits in the corner
For it all came too easily To learn the scales in key To play the etudes and the The nocturnes and The To master the sonatas, minuets, and To the truth fits and starts To strike the middle F like it's an arrow through the To wing the right hand a dove
(the peaceful flutter of a dove) And with a violent shove
(some moments will demand a shove) To needle gently yet relentless with a steady foot upon the And to clench the iron first inside the glove To learn to whisper and to (the whisper the scream) To let each yearning finger (no, nothing lives it breathes) To burn, to worship, to To pose a question with a on a key To flee, to fight, to To in air Nothing underneath To rap those heavy knuckles on the gate to heaven til there's to Achieve, but To go retrieve the length of hidden in the cabinet To metamorphasize the twisted rope unto an To lay the C upon the shabby wooden floor to rest To the end across the top and bend the C into an S To curve the beneath the S to turn the tangle to a B To hug the wretched root around the fibers To wrap again to again to give the coil seven loops To the yawning hoop To tug the loose appendage To yank the knot until it's ready for the got to do To toss the braid above the ceiling and to affix the noose To bid to all of you
until there's nothing left to do but Climb the To cinch the Find the To step the air