The Last Piano

Copyright 2009 Cheryl Anderson
From “The Long Countdown.”

God lives inside of these keys
and God lives inside of me
He comes, She comes up through the beat
I feel it from the root that grows in my sleep

Deep from the dirt moving up through these bones
She wraps himself around all these sleeping stones
that rock the piano as it shakes and moans
hard like you’ll never know

But the Last Piano knows
where hides the wretched soul
when your axe comes to blow
and cut your mortal soul
out from your body, well, that’s where you’ll find me
under the piano ready to bleed

The Devil lives inside these keys
and the Devil lives inside of me
He comes, She comes, up through the beat
I feel it from the root that grows in my sleep

But this Instrument was made from the last tree
cut out of Africa, cut from the seed
cut from the music of the spheres so sweet
yeah even the Black Hole sings

But the Last Piano knows
where hides the wretched soul
when your axe comes to blow
and cut your mortal soul
out from your body, well, that’s where you’ll find me
under the piano ready to bleed