The Fall of the House of Keys

A child is born with visions of creation
 He buries seeds of dreams beneath his bed
 Alone at night, he hears the orchestration
 A house of keys constructed in his head
 The limitations of the world confound him
 He craves the boundless music in his mind
 Piano scales and melodies surround him
 He grows obsessed and leaves all else behind
 His house becomes a palace of transcendence
 A promised land of sonic wizardry
 His kingdom, forged, declares its independence
 And all the earth awaits his symphony
 But under lurid scrutiny, he stumbles
 His immature foundation slowly crumbles
 And everything falls apart
 The jarring notes are painful to his senses
 Much older now -- his life has dealt its hand
 He knows his childhood dreams were weak pretenses
 But does this mean he has to understand?