Piano House: The Story of a Lady Who Lived in a Song

This is the story of a lady who lived in a song.

Wherever she went, she heard music all night long.

The melody was a door to a world of singing.

She always kept the front doorbell ringing.

Then, the windows were each verses of their own;

The staircase, a chorus, as the house had grown.

As the lady reached the second floor and the attic,

The roof became a high point, not-at-all static.

With the highest note in the song, the roof blew off!

Off its hinges! Off its screws! Now, please don’t scoff.

By the time the song ended, the lady curled up in bed,

Dreaming of a new lyric that drifted through her head.

She slept under her grand piano in the living room,

And she could see her rose garden always in bloom.

She never ever wanted to move from her Piano House.

It was black and white and matched her latest blouse.

So, before you decide to live in a simple, brick home,

You might want to consider a Piano House with chrome.

There’s never a moment without music in the day!

The lady in the story would have it no other way.

Copyright 2016 Jennifer Waters