perfect notes

Let me think back.
Turn the dial on this frame less time.
Fading away in the moments that simmer. 

To be sinking, wasting. 
This chawing in my head.
Crawling to the surface.
Braking the bonds the hold this mold. 

Turning the light to darken this illusion wrapped in this veil.
On the keys, perfect notes written.
Voided out to blank eyes.
Mindless to the words that speak in silence.