Piano
piano
won't you play a tune for me.
Piano
piano
if I could play a tune for you.
Maybe you would laugh,
maybe you would cry.
Piano
piano
where are your keys?
Piano
piano
where are the ballerina's
that dance upon your smile?
Maybe
maybe
when the ballerina's ask me to dance
when my fingers say a polite "yes"
maybe then,
I'll smile along side with you.
2 comments:
this is dedicated to my fingers, because i haven't played the piano is so long, and i really miss it. think me dumb if you like, i don't care.
Do your fingers feel special now, having had a poem dedicated to them? Very nice.
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