The piano keys begin to sway
As music carries cares away
A symphony of joy and grace
Mirrored in your smiling face
Claire, my love, you are the song
The place where I have always belonged.
Your fingers dance on the ivory keys
A melody drifting gently over hills, through trees
Each note you play is a story told
Of a love more precious than silver or gold
In the quiet rhythm of the songs you start
I find the masterpiece that is your heart.
You sit and make music , graceful and still
As the chords awaken, come alive your will
The notes start to drift like a summer breeze flight
Filling the shadows and blessing the night
A symphony woven with passion and care
A song for the soul that we both get to share.
