Play for Her

An empty box of black and white
dead and cold a sterile sight

Flowing hands bring melody
eyes closed yet my mind can see

the river of sound, flows out my soul
and back inside to make me whole

fingertips move on their own,
The music leads my hands somehow
the keys unlock something inside,
I feel her standing near me now

each note for her they echo long
each time I sit, I find her song

It may not sound the same each time
But that song, it's hers, it's mine

and when the last note's reverb ends
I'll sit alone there once again

'til I heat the key once more,
I'll heat the keys for her once more