My soul is the piano, Your words are the keys. Together we compose, The most wonderfu melodies. Daily my soul replays All the words You send my way. Just like a composer When is writing a play. I hear all the music, As you strikes a key. And a great orchestra, Is what you make see. We are two souls Sharing a common ground. The wonderful friendship That we have found. So what is a piano, Without the player. It's like a soul, Without a desire. That sits alone in the dark, Waiting for someone to light a spark. A hope or a desire, Waiting for someone to inspire. To play the song of the heart, A song of two souls that will never depart.