There's something beautiful to be said
When words are written but never read
I had the pleasure of late last night to meet
A lone piano on the street
Out of tune missing hammers and strings
Dreaming of music that nobody sings
Once upon a time
I'm sure his keys were bright
Lifting the spirits of all
As souls passed in the night
I'm sure many a pianist
Would stop on their way
Virtuoso's and children
Their songs he would play
But now the wood is chipped
The paint all but gone
I'll stop and listen to your silence
Give voice to your bittersweet
Melancholy song