My mother is a piano
A little out of tune
Dusty keys
That play with ease
Ivory as the moon

Sometimes I’ll touch the wood
And admire its antiquity
Think of all the things that it
Ever dreamed to be

Sometimes when my fingers
Fly through a song
I wonder how this piano
Ever got so strong.

My mother is a piano,
She makes music out of air,
She answers each finger
With an embrace, with care

Her legs planted firmly
in the ground
How much I love to hear
her deep, rich sound.

Rooms that you no longer need,
Just shut & lock the door,
Same with the memories that hurts so bad,
But you don't need anymore,
keep them deep in your heart,
Not in your thoughts,
Keys will be with you, you can open them whenever,
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