Piano Man
I am your piano man
I sing and play
but you never stay
long enough to hear the end
I will hum you the scales
that speak of tales
of forbidden love
from long long ago.
The old wooden keys
crackle and cry is displease
to be restored
for they cannot handle the strong enriching chords.
My fingers are like feathers,
long, soft, and gentle.
You are so very judgmental,
when I pour out my heart through my fingers
hoping you will linger,
when you hear the love in my song.
Why am I your paino man?
I let you bash and burn me
as my eyes fill in water like the sea.
My music I play
you say is okay.
Substanderd at best.
These malicious words you do suggest.
I will not be your piano man.
Playing only for your approval
I will never sing you my song,
I don't ever have to hear you tell me that I am wrong.
I will never be your piano man.
You will long for my music.
This situation is classic.
Don't fret,
this you will regret.
At least you don't have to listen to my beautiful noise.
