The Best Investment I Ever Made
My son upon this Christmas Eve
I reminisce of midnight hours
Your fingers dancing over tenuous keys
And the emotions your talent empowers
I couldn't comprehend how you taught yourself to play
Or just how this symphony of one became
The songs you have inside of you like heaven on display
I revel in your poignant craft uniquely unprofaned
It's true that your propensity
Can lean toward darkened depth
A common vein for artists
To be moody and depressed
For your pain releases beauty
by your gift it's voice relates
You know your in the masters company
of Mozart, Bach, and Hemingway
So when your struggles weigh
As the sea laden oceans sand
Take your seat and breathe
Stretch out your feral hands
Creating an instrumental euphoria
For the lonely and the damned
Open the gate to moods your feigning
Though others will misunderstand
Christmas Eve and it's memories
This flashback came my way
Of your very first piano
The best investment I ever made
But one day when I'm aged and old
It will be you who cares for me
Play for me then on that Christmas Eve
With your love in every stroke
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