Keyboard of My Heart

The Keyboard of My Heart By Stan Almendro The Keyboard of my heart has no ivory keys to play Music comes from what I think, dream and what I say A melody that people hear is my happy, sensitive heart It is a song that will stay and never from me depart. There are also no black keys in the keyboard of my heart And you can in fact not tell the black keys from the white No hands are found striking these keys that don’t exist Yet the sweetness of the chords no heart can really resist With no white or black keys in this keyboard of my heart Where and how does the music begin to make a start? No music sheet was written for this keyboard of my heart Music that you hear gets your feet tapping to every part No musician, grandmaster plays this keyboard of my soul It sends forth a celestial joy to the weak and to the bold The weak and frail are not excluded from this joyous tune They need no physical energy to frolic from morn to noon The bold and strong live in this music which never stops It is not a piece of music bought in some corner shop Because it’s not for sale the poor also to this music dance Yes weak, bold both rich and poor all have an equal chance No very expensive grand piano or master music hand Is needed for the music seems is written in the sand So as you see me frolic, dance to the music of the band Ask that the keyboard of your heart be touched by the “Master's Hand." By Stan Almendro ©