The sound of the piano,
D r i f t s across the front lawn.
I wish, I hope, I long,
For the song to be gone.

It's filled with too many memories,
Too many good times.
Memories of laughter and smiles,
And silly old love rhymes.

Its melody is bitter-sweet,
Like the taste of fine german chocolate.
It flows like a butterfly on the breeze,
Hand in hand they fit.

More and more notes,
Come pouring out.
Too many to count,
They flit and float about.

The final note,
But a single C.
Is the one,
That gets to me.

The end so simple,
So final, so true.
Is not that much different,
From the end of me and you.