The tune on that piano carries
Into the night.
I stop. Whatever I am doing, soothed
By the sound. Tinkering notes
Calming, clamouring to be heard
Voices from long agoIn this quiet night
When all is still…borne.
Still, my beating heart, turn down
The thunder. The storms rage on
But we will beat the tempest
We will take the tornado by the horns
And we will beat our drums
Along with that crescendo dawning
On the quiet notes of that piano
As the tune on the piano carries…