Piano

A big crash and the piano falls

You
You’re pretty good.
Maybe I should get you an orchestra,
Or maybe just some cellists
Who can add a little depth.

It’s not easy to learn to play,
Like playing heartstrings or something silly same,
But you’re self taught.
It seems the best of them are, really,
And I think you should have your own orchestra.

Quite an expensive instrument,
Isn’t it?
Money’s hard to come by these days
And ivory is worth a fortune.
Beautiful keys though, I must say,
And you play them so well.
You deserve your own orchestra.
Maybe I’ll even play my clarinet.

Your notes make me dance
And makes hardwood feel like a milky coffee cream,
Or maybe a latte macchiato.
So peaceful, that sound,
Carrying me along its highs and lows,
A piece I’m glad I don’t know the name of,
But still, you should have your own orchestra.

You stopped playing one day,
One day when you finally had your own orchestra.
Why’d you stop playing?
You deserved that orchestra and they’re lost without
That subtle tap of your ivory.
We can no longer dance on milky coffee cream floors
Without your notes to soften them.
Why’d you have to stop?