I play the keyboard like a piano Sending a sweet or brash entourage in my wake And whether or not it is welcomed Depends upon the melody it plays Drawing on inspiration of hordes of dead men and women My fingers fight the letters that would create an infinite, and complete, understanding of the life And my tears flow as freely as your notes But they have no sound in this world This place where the mind reigns and the muscle-bound faint But chop chop says the boss And chop sue says the chigger And chop off their heads says the Queen of hearts But I think we run around like headless chickens anyway

Keyboard Vs. Piano