When I feel sad or I feel confused;
If I'm feeling blue or a little down,
I find relief and escape from it all,
In the music of its keys and melody of its sound.
When I'm seeking a refuge and haven,
Free from toils and everyday things,
I go to the piano and play its keys;
A soothing balm to my soul it brings.
Across its keys my fingers roam,
I drown out the dreariness and the gloom;
The world and its difficulties are forgotten,
As its sweet harmony fills the room.
While at the piano bench I sit,
I play my troubles and sorrows away;
For a time I lose myself in the melody
My fingers on its glossy keys play.
If I'm in want of a temporary rest
From a heartache or unpleasantness I feel,
To my place of refuge in the piano I turn,
Where my world is brighter and my wounds heal.
There at its keys is my hiding place,
Where my heart is filled with its song;
And whatever had made me seek its comfort,
Leaves my memory and passes along.
There in its corner stands the piano,
Until again its relief I wish to find-
From its bench to arise with renewed hope,
With all the darkness left behind.