• The piano plays on and on,
    Its solitude,
    Why is the piano so solitude,
    Hiding feelings inside the rhythm,
    The piano has silent feelings
    I the touch of mind,
    The feelings of mind,
    Feeling of the power you give away,
    As I touch your soft face,
    My emotions go deep into your veins,
    As you listen to my soft voice say...
    All I want to do is cry,
    But no tears shed from me,
    Just poetry,
    As the piano plays on with its solitude,
    I'm stuck in the past with you,
    I'm in solitude.