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.