Ivory

Rose petals on the ivory keys of a piano
The strains of a haunting melody fill the air
The song coming straight from the heart of a poet
The notes get more intense as the candles flare

The pianist sits stiffly upright
While the melody fades away
She sits on her bench
And daydreams of a better day
♠ ♠ ♠
Not really sure what I have goin' on hur.