sing goodnight without your strings the celebration of breaking things

 the last ping of a guitar's string
 the last time it ever sings
 to the accordion I'll take it's keys
and make it into many things
and then I'll start smashing!!!
the guitar's name was Best Harmony
the accordion's Nobility
you couldn't see inside of things
inside she was melting
Best Harmony's back was breaking
her skin was cracking
in the summer heat
she'd seen her days of playing
without her bridge she can't cross the stream
Best Harmony sing this last song
sing goodnight without your strings
it's time to start smashing
celebrate the end of things
sing this last song without your strings
celebrate the deconstruction
of made things
make things
sing this song without your strings

sing goodnight without your keys
Nobility
sing without your reeds
sing of all the things you have never seen
you'll never see
Nobility
sing this last song without your keys
celebrate the deconstruction of made things
make things
sing this song without your keys
Celebrate the breaking of Things
broken things make others sing
sing this song without your strings

This is something I wrote while taking a guitar and accordion apart today.