Dad, Piano music always reminds me of you. I picture you playing On a cloud so white The very air twinkles With the sound of your Perfect tune. It fills my heart With a love so heavy My whole body becomes light.
What I wish I could say, What I wish I could do, If I saw you on that very Cloud Playing only for me Can't be predicted. Even in my imagination.
If I could run to you, Wrap my arms around you, Listen to your love song, And sit beside you As you played, That moment would be My clarity. My heart finally at peace.
I would never want you to stop. I wouldn't say a word. If you just kept playing on that heavenly cloud.
Because I wish I listened more. I wish I could hear you play again. Not just in my mind, Not just in my dreams. But on our own little cloud Just you and me.
I love you, my piano man.
Grief, a physical representation of love. I miss you, piano man.