Gentle hands cross the keyboard
They sweep and weep with their gentle touch
The beacon that is our master
Rings of ivory and ebony in gold
The sound contained in the mahogany
For the somber tones that dance within
The solemn overtones resonate
In an elegy beloved, the truth untold
The solemn overtones resonate
That reflect stories of defeat and loss

For the gentle hands that linger over
The board of bone and stone
They hone the masterpiece in unrequited love

For the master plays their song
For the unsuspecting ear to hold and store
The melody playing their strings of unified love
Holding it dear in its innocent cadence,
It caresses emotions within

Somber undertones, overridden by the overtones
Have found a haven within their cask
For the master continues its spiel
Beyond the cracks of their own mask