My Piano

Oh piano, oh piano,
You are the music maker
You stand proud on your wooden legs
As your keys shine white on the sun
For you are the Lord of music
I have beenplaying piano for a while
So I have learnt to play you quite well
Even though I might make some mistakes
The more you practice the less it takes
To play as your heart desires
When my grandma died I got you
And since then you have been there
Silently waiting
Waiting to be played