I am a piano.

Music is my mind.

I can play fiercely,

or softer than you can find.

I am a piano.

Music is my heart.

I work, I play, I think,

That music is my art.

I am a piano.

Music is my life.

I use it to entertain,

or to battle strife.

For when I’m not being played,

I think without a doubt,

That I don’t need anyone,

To help me play out.