The Piano is Lonely

They say you are self-destructive,

shake their heads and frown, 

Never ask important questions,

only sympathetic sounds.

I look towards your wife.

Her long skirt flutters, casting

fingers of shadow on the floor.

This heavy gloom is lasting.

What is so wrong with your life

That you can't see our faces?

Staring through a fog of alcohol

dreaming of far-off places.

It isn't fair to the people who love you 

to waste your life like this

You have us all, you all of us,

if you'd only stop and listen

The piano doesn't sound the same 

when you are not behind it

The organ's throat is chocked with tears

Because no one speak's its language.

It isn't fair to the people who love you

to keep us waiting so long

You have us all, you have all of us.

Last week you played my favorite song.