Ode To Sydney's Piano

I wait here for her return silently sat With a lonely and quiet sigh Standing there with a lamp that Is perched on top of my head high; My keys ache to be Played by her Soft, small hands to see Notes ringing out to stop the burr; Different songs at played each Time she sits down Whether to let emotions out, to tell a speech Or just to practice the sound; Soft music played for her peers Or loud music will Echo in my ears Until all is still...