Grandpa

I remember his old face and white hair
those beautiful wise eyes staring at me
He would sit on the bench and play away
Sweet songs singing with lovely rhythm
All coming out from that antic piano
But what made it magical was the way he played.

His fingers moved gracefully across the keys
Sometimes he even sang the words.
I would sit and listen in sweet surrender.
Those old songs that came through that piano
I still have the books with the play sheets

The notes seemed to float off the page into the air
I could image every beat that was made perfectly
And sometimes he'd let me sit by him and play
An imperfect duet that seemed to fit right in
It was such happiness that no money could buy.

Oh how i wish those times could never end.
Me and grandpa playing those old songs
Yes, oh I'd love love love
To sing with my grandpa again
Yes, i would love love love
To see him play the piano again.

And sometimes it seems when I'm sitting in silence
I hear a piano playing up above somewhere
And know its him, my wonderful grandpa
Playing his sweet music fit for the heavens.