Thoughts like the thunder
From under the wonder
Enter the ear

Then words disappear

Eight thousand vibrations

Like holy creations
Set themslves free
Pianosophy


Wound around the sound
The things the strings will sing

And keys that please with ease
Pianosophy
Pianosophy


Hands and their fingers
Land and then linger

Hovering there
On ivory stairs


Wound around the sound
The things the strings will sing
And keys that please with ease

Pianosophy
Pianosophy


Eight thousand vibrations
Like holy creations
Set themslves free

Pianosophy