Piano Oh Piano ♫

A piano made of wood
And some other things too
No owner it has
No playing it does.*

Its pedals reach the floor
There's no need for more
The bench is put in front
For someone to go and sit on

The piano was out of tune
No one fixed it, later nor soon
No one has come and played
Silently has this instrument stayed

The sound it had once
Much more beautiful was
The keys were not something to be seeing
It was just matter of using some feeling

If this piano had a life
It would be in no strife
It would want its keys touched
It would like those fingers really much

If this piano gets destroyed
No one will be annoyed
No one will remember, at last,
How beautiful this piano was