The Shadow and the Grand Piano


A Concert Hall in darkest black,
Burnings lights From ceilings cold,
Silent carpets straight and red,
Wooden Walls uncovered old.

One night, One tone, a taste of past,
The Sounds will Go, the thought will last.

One Feeling, sadness, pointless hope,
A Wave so strong no man can cope.

One Hand raised high in fear to drown,
The Storm to end and save the town.

One chords descends, one harmony,
The sea declines the mind is free.

One simple childish melody
Made silence Rise - simplicity.

And as the moon gives room to sun,
The Shadow leaves since then unseen,
Piano's keys icecold and stunned,
Since then no single tone has been.

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