The Piano tells a sad story,

A story of loneliness,

Notes that fade like snow on a sunny day;

But then something happens,

Like a beast being awoken from its sleep.

Slowly like an old van, the tempo accelerates,

The bassline sneaks in like a spider;

Suddenly the electric guitar wails, bending the notes as easily as a superhero bending metal,

The drummer driving the tune like a coachman trying to control his wild mustangs,

The thunderous beat pounding like the mustangs hooves.