I hit the keys,
Piano vibrates with the sound, I don’t know the cords, can’t replicate the tune.
My fingers fly in blind passion, looking for a song to suddenly form, The keys are at my mercy.
I bang away all night until the neighbors begin to cry. I do not know how to play this damn thing.
But I hit the keys looking for the elusive tune.
Dust flies every which way as I play at playing.
Fingers are sore, one is even starting to bleed as I hit the keys.
The Piano sighs and wishes I would go away.