The dusty piano of my feelings for you started playing again
One day, as I toiled to make art, the strings inside began to sing
I felt a craving to know what you thought
To show you what beautiful work my hands had wrought
Except the piano alone sounded distraught
It was a normal day for you, without even a thought of me
And it hurt so much that I wanted to share with you my glee
How embarassing! When I think that piano might be quiet again
But then it strikes up wanting someone who wouldn't want ME to be their friend
Stupid and silly is that piano
As it sounds so beautiful but plays at inopportune times