Alone in the parlor. By the piano, my hands
Seek the chord of my soul, try to understand
Why the notes are the same, but something is gone
My voice alone bursts into song
And yet not a song. My hands long for yours
Guiding them, gliding over the keys like the years
That have gone by, pianissimo, legato
Without your song my voice is alone
Spelling your name with the notes and the keys
The piano bursts forth into glorious harmonies
But sound is all that brings you back. When it dies
I'm alone in the parlor, and by the piano I cry.
