My fingertips glide over the dusty keys.
Satiny and fragile,
They seem to draw me in.
The musty scent engulfs me.
Memories flitter around the ivory.
It is just the music and I.
An inaudible melody invites my fingers to play.
They dance across the pearly keys,
Splashing and drifting in and out.
It is true bliss,
Being reunited with an old friend.
My song swims through the air,
And it is just the music and I.
All other troubles melt away.
The music makes me feel like I want to
Cry and laugh,
All at the same time.
The whispering song comes from deep inside.
This is my sanctuary,
A place to love.
Where it is only
The music and I.