Sitting at the black piano fingers tapping the cold ivory keys.
Music plays, my mind through my fingers,
Only the hidden eye sees.
The beauty inside my soul, flowing out into song.
Memories of my life, whatever had I done wrong?
Happiness they say, for them it seems my being.
But for me, oh so far away.
What dose it take to be happy? Tapping on the cold ivory keys.
Only my eye sees ,
The beauty in others, when they themselves can not.
How wrong they are to judge, me and my black piano.
Is it my happiness? Or that of others,
One other.
Sitting by me, playing gently the ivory keys.
Only his eye sees.
The wrong in the world and yet content with who he is
And his place.
We do not know the music made my our minds, tapping on cold ivory.
The hidden eye sees, if only it would open.
Open your eyes, I play for you.
But will you ever see…
