Songs to Sing For You

He hid in the music room on Tuesdays
Because that's the only place
That you can find quiet here
He sang with a broken voice
To a piano out of key
The notes that he made
Lived, no, they breathed

The piano was ancient and warn
Some keys did not make a sound
His hands twisted and tumbled
To the thoughts of his love
It was more than music
It was more than sound

You could hear the hammers and strings crash together
But the tears in his eyes made it right
No matter how out of key
His faulting voice sang
Nobody could take him our of sight

The violins in the back ground
But there wasn't anyone there
Yet the sweet taste of music
That slipped down his tongue
Was enough to sound the halls of the school

With three chords in the finish
He hung his head low
The music he played
Will never get through
3000 miles away
He still has songs to sing for you