Heather P Wilson
Those Old Magic Keys
In black and white I view you
Simplicity to the fore,
Your heart holding the secret
To produce music I adore.

An unassuming piece of furniture
That spends much time alone,
Until I sit in front of you
To enjoy your rhythmic tone.

As my fingers caress you
I`m drawn under your spell
The waltz you then release
Pampers my ears so well.

Please stay in tune with me
As melodies we play,
Without you I`d be a lost soul
Struggling to find my way.

I`ll try to enhance your power
As more music sheets I find,
With your help, contentment
Will linger in my mind.