by Kenneth Hoffman
(Morristown, NJ , USA)
From Beethoven to Garner,
From Elton John to Bach,
A keyboard was needed
For symphonies or rock.
The king of the instruments
Is my cup of tea,
Though I’ll never play Carnegie
Or a genius be.
You are what my dreams are made of.
Every note of every song
That played while we made love.
I don’t need an orchestra
Or a string quartet,
Just you and me playing
A piano duet.
You are my ev’ry moment
Of all of my days.
Each gesture of your love
That my memory saves.
You are the future:
With me - together.
You are the one
I will love forever