Sitting at a piano

Sitting at a piano,
in a dark room.,
oh that I could write a song,
to say how much you meant to me

words and notes tumbling through my head,
none of them forming together,
when all I wanted to say,
was how much I loved you.

Oh I’d like to sing the praises,
of the greatest woman that I ever met,
but when I move my hand to write my mind remains frozen.

And trying to write this song,
just to let you know what I never could tell you,
that I always loved you and loved you still.

But the piano won’t have none of it,
when I try and hit the keys, he resists,
I open my mouth to sing a tune,
but nothing comes out;
when all I want to say,
is how much I loved you.

And my head feels heavy,
my thoughts won’t move,
I just can’t find that perfect groove,
to tell just how much I really love you.

And so I’m left sitting here,
with silence ringing in my ears,
and I still can’t say that you’re what matters most,
that for you I’d pay any cost,
and all I want to say is that I love you.