• My soul is the piano, his words are the keys.
    Together we compose, the best of symphonies.

    How my soul replays his words of the day.
    Like a composer writing a play.

    I hear the music, as he strikes a key.
    an orchestra, is what I see.

    Two soul that share a common ground.
    a friendship they have found.

    What is a piano, without the player.
    It's like a soul, without a desire.

    It sits alone in the dark,
    waiting for someone to light a spark.

    A hope or a desire,
    waiting for someone to inspire.

    To play a song of the heart,
    a song of two souls that will never depart.