
06-04-2007, 02:01 AM
I once had a sparkling shine in my eyes
But now it has faded and died
What once was love now is guilt
The hope I held withered and wilt.
The light sound that used to come from the ivory keys
Has been wisked away into the breeze
How I used to listen all day
As my father would pour his soul into the piano he played
How I wished for it to never end
How I yearned to hear the notes blend
And as he sat me down next to him
His fingers barely touched the ivory so pale and slim
The light sound that used to come from the ivory keys
Has been wisked away into the breeze
How I used to listen all day
As my father would pour his soul into the piano he played
And as my little fingers tickled the keys
A new song was carried into the breeze
But father left and mother died
And I lived life or at least I tried
The light sound that used to come from the ivory keys is gone
The breeze knew all along
The melody has gone from my head
Not only was it the music, my father was dead
Now I sit on the old bench in my abandoned home
Just me and the piano all alone
I turned the sheets and played what was his
My father’s music still had lived.
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