The Piano & the Violin

A lonely piano stood under the moon Playing a soft and melancholy tune He was grand, he was strong But he longed for a song He had never played before In truth there was nothing he wanted more For this lonely piano Was tired of playing solo His wildest dream was to play a duet But he lacked a companion To his great regret Beneath the pale moonlight He shone a brilliant white When the warm summer breeze Caressed his immaculate keys And carried a chime That simply stopped time In the distance fluttered Something so fair, his heart shuddered A sound he had never heard He listened, his chords purred She appeared in the light Of that hazy summer night A melodious vision In the shape of a violin Her curves were hypnotic Her sound was exotic Elegant and light hearted Gracefully, she chanted And it was just so by chance That she happened to glance At the moonlit plateau Where stood the lonesome piano Her silvery string Called out like butterfly wings To his ivory keys And together they sounded like sweet honey bees From the second they met They became a duet The solitary piano Would never again play solo For he found his violin Who fell in love with him