It’s just the hammers and strings
In this old piano that seem to
help get these hearts beating faster and faster
And I just won’t let these
High hopes down by letting the music
From the this wooden frame
Be what I read off these sheets filled with
All these musical notes, no I won’t let
This be just what my eyes see
Because when I play,
This piano here becomes me
Me singing the tunes of my heart,
Singing what no one appears to see
It’s not just what you teach me
It is what I and only I can see
Deep, deep in the depths of my soul
This music is what fills the hole in me
This music is what manages to help my heart continue to beat
The higher the key, the higher the hopes
And the faster this new heart beats, the faster these play
Some call what I have “a music makers dream”
Some call it “pure talent”
Others call it having “hours and hours worth of practice”
I say call it whatever you want to call it
But to me what I see is a musical object telling
My whole life story and what will become of me,
In just a few keys
Just a few strikes to those black and white keys
Is all I need to play what’s inside me
Just a few hammers and strings that have been
Following me around
From the beginning
They were there with me.
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