The Piano - A Reflection of My Soul
In the dimly lit room with its wooden walls
The piano sits, silent, yet beckoning, it calls
It's ebony and ivory keys dazzling the eye
A symphony of possibilities, ready to fly
The hands that touch it, gentle or strong
Unleash emotions, a melodic song
From the depths of sadness, a tearful refrain
To the heights of joy, on the triumphant...
The piano sits, silent, yet beckoning, it calls
It's ebony and ivory keys dazzling the eye
A symphony of possibilities, ready to fly
The hands that touch it, gentle or strong
Unleash emotions, a melodic song
From the depths of sadness, a tearful refrain
To the heights of joy, on the triumphant...