Some people just don’t understand,
how lucky they are to have a friend.
But I have more than just a friend,
because a broken heart she can mend.

I never knew I would get to know her so well,
I never knew that she’d be able to tell.
The brokenness I had inside me,
I thought no one would be able to see.

Piano was something that we had just between us,
something that was too great to discuss.
The gentle sound of the piano
healed us both; and we didn’t even know.

The music is soft as fur,
and she listens as if it's a special sonata just for her.
She closes her eyes and folds her hands,
her face surrounded by brown strands.

Mistakes never even touch her ears,
And as she listens, her eyes fill with tears.
I can tell that she feels Beethoven's first movement,
As she slowly nods her head in approvment.

It has been quite a while,
but everyday she makes me smile.
She’s way up there, safe in her haven,
and God’s angels carry the delicate notes up to heaven.

My best friend she was, my best friend she is,
and with a caring heart she made me hers.
And though she can’t be with us here today,
I know she looks out for me everyday.