The Piano Soul

My soul is the piano, your words are the keys,
Together we compose the best of symphonies.

How my soul replays the words of the day,
Like a writer composing a play.

I hear the music as he strikes a keys,
An orchestra is what I see.

Two souls that share a comman ground,
A friendship they have found.

What is a piano without a player,
It's like a soul without a desire.

It sits alne in the dark,
Waiting for some to light a spark.

A hope or a desire,
Waiting for someone to desire.

To play a song of the heart,
A song of two souls that will never depart.