I am beyond the realm of words.
Words are no longer useful for me.
I need the language of piano keys and bows on strings and fingers plucking harps.
I need an orchestra to speak with me, to speak for me.
There is no poem or lyric that can sufficiently state my sorrow.
But the piano knows as do the other instruments.
We cherish and covet quotes and anecdotes,
But I argue that nothing summons a comfort and understanding like
The voice of an instrument, whether it be electric or acoustic.
Even Prince used his guitar to translate the woe and power of purple rain.