These keys beneath my fingertips
express my soul through Musics’ lips.
Emotion fuels the solemn songs I play.
With mournful chords of black and white
I grieve the loss of love tonight.
My melodies display my disarray.
You loved it when I played ‘our’ song,
you’d sit with me and sing along
and at the end we’d always share a kiss.
But now the voice that filled this den
has lost the fight no one can win
so here I play alone and reminisce.
With every key I say goodbye;
they represent the tears I cried
those months I sat and watched you fade away.
So here upon this bench of mine,
I play ‘our’ song just one last time
then blow a final kiss my babys’ way.