The Piano & The Violin Songtext
A lonely piano stood under the moon
Playing a soft and melancholy tune
He was grand, he 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
Playing a soft and melancholy tune
He was grand, he 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 moonlight
He shone a brilliant white
When the warm summer breeze
Caressed his 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
Of that hazy summer night
A melodious vision
In the 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 happened 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
Would never again play solo
For he found his violin
Who fell in love with him
To his great regret
Beneath the pale moonlight
He shone a brilliant white
When the warm summer breeze
Caressed his 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
Of that hazy summer night
A melodious vision
In the 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 happened 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
Would never again play solo
For he found his violin
Who fell in love with him
