Piano, the conveyor of feeling,
tells the heart what tongue cannot express.
A set of wings to take the soul to flight,
Solace for hearts that need redress
While words stumble, jumble,
confuse more than convey
music speaks the language of the soul.
No need to translate what I say.
That is, if my fingers had command
over the piano keys.
But, for lack of discipline,
silent are all my passions, hopes and dreams.
And while others speak of their hearts desires
through the liltings of that instrument,
I must stifle the passion with in my breast
and with archaic words, myself content.