• I know it's late, but I awoke with a desire,
    To touch you, and get the rest that I require.
    So let me be beside you, and let the music transpire,
    Into my soul, and whatever I was missing prior.

    There's a stinging pain, lurking somewhere deep inside,
    But when you sing, it seems it can't find a place to hide.
    And as my fingers danced, across your body like a guide,
    My insides collapsed, and I swallowed my pride.

    Your sounds, soothe every part of these weakened bones,
    And the sorrow I felt before suddenly postpones.
    Your black and white structure, become soft shadowed tones,
    In the darkness around us, your melody moans.

    Strings that harbor every note, which were meant to cure and heal,
    Like a magnet through my fingers, my sadness you would steal.
    Oh how many depressions can your keys manage to conceal?
    Forgive me my dear friend, for experiencing the burdens I feel.

    Tonight, I’ll return to bed with dry eyes,
    As the emptiness I felt earlier rightfully dies.
    Whoever says humans can be the only allies,
    Clearly has never heard a piano’s lullabies.