My dusty old piano, beckons me to play
It's keys lie in wait for my fingers
I'm rather curious I must say
Why do you call me now?

For years I have forgotten you
As you lay dormant in a corner
You black keys fading and lose their shine
And your ivory turns grey

Now you call me, after all this time
Asking me to make music with you
And stranger still than your odd request
Is my desire to to comply

I now sit before you
My fingers resting steady
I begin to let my heart pour out
And you reply with music

Maybe that is it, why I've come back to you now
For many a sorrow I have drowned, with no means to express it
But with you and your music, it all comes back to me
For your tunes are the only ones, that reach my lonely heart.

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