The Piano & The Violin

A lonely piano
Stood under the moon
Playing a soft
And melancholy tune
It was grand, it was strong
But he longed for a song
He had never played before
In truth, there was nothing he wanted more
For this lonely piano, was tired of playing solo
His wildest dream was to play a duet
But he lacked a companion, to his great regret

Beneath the pale moon light
He shone a brilliant white
And the warm summer breeze
Cressed immaculate keys
And carried a chime
That simply stopped time
In the distance fluttered
Something so fair, his heart shuddered:
A sound he had never heard
He listened; his chords purred

She appeared in the light
On that hazy summer night
A melodious vision
And a shape of a violin

Her curves were hypnotic
Her sound was exotic
Elegant and light hearted
Gracefully she chanted

And it was just so by chance
That she happend to glance
At the moonlit plateau
Where stood the lonesome piano

Her silvery strings
Called out like butterfly wings
To his ivory keys
And together they sounded like sweet honey bees

From the second they met
They became a duet
The solitary piano will never again play solo
For he's found his violin
Who fell in love with him