I Am A Piano
Then the moon will be confounded
and the sun ashamed
I am A Piano
whose strings are covered with rust.
whose keys are covered with crust.
And you sit me out under the moon
and you say, Now play me a tune!
And I try and I strain
and my tune comes out with pain,
so you leave me out for the rain.
And when you come back
You're armed with a stack
of hammers and chisels and saws.
Then under the moon
you crash out a tune
that breaks all musical laws.
Tomorrow is now come,
and your son whom you would scold
for being very dumb,
plays in the ruins that I am.
And he laughs and he cries
in the joy I bring to him.
And in the dawn he sings a tune
that shames even the moon.
