Sweet Sorrow

Sweet sorrow parting
Veils that can't be seen
Now my guard is falling
Violin now screams
We beam glorious lights of love
Out of eyes that house our souls
Goal becomes intrusion
When illusion takes control
I am old and cold and lonely
My piano listens well
The tree that once loomed ugly
Now has been felled
Shaking this machine
Expecting breakdown
Sounds aggressive in a way
But sometimes angry expression
Is the only way
Truth would become
A viable solution
If truth could be defined
As something
On which we could agree
Speeding toward our freedom
The rat race
Is truly free