What are you doing?

My fingers dance along the long lines of keys I see before me/ quickly switching back and forth in perfect synchronicity/ The melodic tunes and notes fly right off my labor ridden page and twirl and spin themselves into beautiful chords of love and life with a tinge of saddness/ something hidden/ someone's hiding behind the door in your bedroom/ what do you do? do you grab a knife and fight or do U run away outside?/ Life is like this scene when all you have is your fear and you feel the keyes play by ear and you either run or face your fear/ you can always run or stay strong and stand right here/ what kind of tunes do you love?/ What kind of music do U hear/ when you and you alone stand inside your ritualistic but necessary train station car to work every single morning?/ Do you just listen to the music that is your life or are you playing it?