A sound so soft, as the
Autumn breeze, is a gentle
stroke, of my piano keys.
They will carry you, in a
rhythm of grace, and put a
smile, upon your humble face.
You will clap your hands, and
beg the player please, to keep
on playing, on his piano keys.
The fingers of your heart, make
the soft sweet sound, where
there is a piano, is where i'll
be found. You take each
finger and stroke a key, then
you make that noise, into
a harmony. If you listen with
your heart, instead of your
ears, you'd be surprised,
in what it hears. So whenever
my heart aches, and my
lonliness see's, i'll always turn,
to my piano keys. It's that
musical note, that's inside your
heart, you mix it with another,
this is how you start. Then you
huddle all the notes, like a
swarm of bee's, releasing them
one by one, on your piano
keys. The beautiful notes, on
your piano is played, from
your loving heart, this song was
made. Just keep in mind, i'm
begging you please, to love and care
for, your piano keys, they will
love you back, in so many ways,
brighten your smile, on your
gloomiest of days. Well i have to go,
so take it ease, i'm am going to
dream of my piano keys.
- William Breland
