Frantic Fingers

Bittersweet symphony
A sonata of the heart
Sit at the piano
And try to make a start

The composition started
But one that's never complete
Just that one thing missing
Something missing on the sheet

Go to sleep and rest
Lay in bed thinking more
Fingers frantic on the keys
Frantic fingers always sore

That's it! That's that!
That thing missing
It was there all along
Now the keys are hissing

Gently working their magic
Frantic fingers tap away
The melody complete
And now beautiful array