Music Man

The keys sing louder than they click,
When they’re played by the man whose hands are quick,
The beautiful sounds immerse the room,
The show’s not over but it ends too soon,
His voice sings out with the perfect words,
The most perfect tune that anyone’s heard,
He keeps it going song after song,
Emitting his perfection all night long,
Never stopping because with the music his heart beats,
And it moves to the rhythm at which they tap their feet,
He’s the music man and it’s music that he plays,
And I know that you would listen not for hours but for days