From the recording Holding the Threads

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Lyrics

My Father’s Piano

My father’s piano, the one that I learned on
A source of both friction and calm
The other kids’ fathers’ liked bourbon and baseball
While mine preferred Mozart and Brahms
And once every evening I’d sit down beside him
With four hands we’d each find a role
My father’s piano, the sound of my childhood
Together we’d play Heart and Soul

My father’s piano, he saved half his life for
Until his turn finally came
The borrowed old uprights he first learned to play on
Were instruments only in name
The sensitive action, the glorious soundboard
He dreamed of since he was a boy
My father’s piano, the sound of my childhood
The one thing we knew brought him joy

My father’s piano now sits in the basement
Its majesty mostly for show
His once nimble fingers, arthritic and painful
His memory starting to go
It’s west of Chicago and I live in Boston
So I wrote this song on guitar
My father’s piano, the sound of my childhood
Its melodies still travel far

My father’s piano was still standing silent
The last time that I came to town
Though years since he’d played I uncovered the keys
And insisted that we both sit down
And when we had started his fingers remembered
The fragments becoming a whole
My father’s piano, the sound of my childhood
As once more we played Heart and Soul


© Beth DeSombre 2024