As I Sit At My Piano Poem by Msj Jones

As I sit here at my piano
I think of my girl, Tenne Marie
I connected, with her, just though her lovely melos
paper and pen became my new friends just because
she song to me

As I sit here at my piano
I think, I should, be grabbing the yellow pages
to have someone, teach these keys to me

As I sit here at my piano
I think of how, I have become so melo
as, I let each of my fingers slip, on the black and white keys
up and down hearing each key make a different sound
and, in my ears, I can hear of a drum
beat beat beat thumb thunb

Now, I have given myself this much and I can't even
play a melody