She sits down on the bench, the wood cool on her warm skin,
Her hands brushing along the keys, just dying to play the notes,
Glancing around the room, her heart beats wildly within,
And she reads the beautiful music, the ones he wrote,
Her hands hesitantly rest above the black and white keys,
Not sure if she should even try, she wanted it to be just right,
From deep in her heart, she feels a light pressure and a squeeze,
Then she knows it's him, and the emotions inside have won the fight,
It's been awhile since she played the soft music's melody,
So scared of the emotion that would run through her veins,
Music made her happy, and it made her feel free,
But without it, all she ever felt was the pain,
And since she let go of her one true loves,
She stopped playing the music from her heart,
Since her love was in heaven up above,
She was forever in pain and falling apart,
Her hands lying across the keys of the grand piano,
A soft melody escapes from the cherry wood,
She closes her eyes, and some how she knows,
He was watching her, from the doorway he stood.
