Heartstrings

These hammers strike a chord,

Deep within your soul.

This time, at least, you can afford,

You have things under control.

These hammers strike the strings,

Like matches, burning quick across cement.

These notes, they give you wings,

Free you from lament.

And as you play this piano,

The music flows through your soul,

It’s okay, it’s okay, you know—

You have things under control.