Piano, My Piano

Piano, my piano,
How you have inspired me,
Accompanying my song through life
In every different key.
Through you, I learned to read the notes
Composers set to rhymes,
And practise my arpeggios,
Unwillingly, at times.

I've heard the pounding minor chords
Rachmaninov would write,
Emotions stirred my eager heart
With all their power and might.
From tiny fingers, picking out
A nursery tune or two,
I now play songs and melodies
With grateful thanks to you.

You speak to me with rhapsodies,
Sonatas, new and old,
These memories awaken dreams
That now are tinged with gold.
From battered upright honky-tonks
To stately concert grands,
And all through keys of black and white
Which lie beneath my hands.