Her sweet sound gives wings to my heart;
Her impeccable tone inspires many an art.
She's a tear-jerker when she weeps;
She's a grin-maker when she laughs.
Oh! What all she does to me!
She sings a different song to different people.
She holds their hands, taking them to unexplored havens.
When she's happy, she keeps me afloat.
When she's sad, she keeps me grounded.
She gets not weary of me,
Though I embrace her every night.
I do not get bored of her,
Listening to her voice every night.
The way she makes me feel,
The tinkling laughter she spills for me,
When I place just one of my fingers
On one of her eighty eight!
A divine tinkle it is,
An angel's twinkle it is.
How much I melt
Just to the sound of a piano!
