The Piano

The Piano

She gives it all she does posess
The worn instrument\'s sound is dim
How to create beauty, she cannot assess
She plays the keys upon a whim

A tear streams down her cheek
So warm against her skin
This one girl - soft-spoken and meek
Must find the soul within

Desperately with sadness she plays
Her beautiful, mournful tune
This which her heart portrays
But her song must die too soon

Strong is the power of her art
That lone girl, who was so sad
Created a song from her heart
And gave it all she had