Piano Player - The Hotelier

Inside your room there’s 40 few

Remaining figures of new moons

To curve around your axle heart

In hopes that something new will start

They’re winding down they’re closing ranks

To rest another 30 days

You lay and watch them wax and glow

You hold them in your hand and let them

A kid half my age

Baby’s breath and meadow sage

Clutched in her hands like trophy game

Just like the wild world was tame

Was granted home and tender care

Into an awkward piece of ware

Three-quarters full or quarter-drained

And both adversely sure how long they will sustain

My eyes greet hers and hers do mine

And then the room becomes her shrine

An older ma’am sets herself straight

And then she smiles with 88

Remembered loves and morning suns

Until her woven heart was sung

Her fingers dropped like falling rain

The entire room awash with the sustain

You always said that you don’t dance

But then a heel turn to a shadow stance

I’m rung like sodden cloth

And the autumn leaves turn over

Across your floor, into the hall

And I’ve declined into a crawl

And you decompress and fall away

But this floor is raised on beams of trust

And there’s room enough for both of us, so stay

Sustain

Inside your room there’s 40 few

Remaining figures of new moons

To curve around your axle heart

In hopes that something new will start

The things you grow are set to die

You cling to them with knuckles white

So wind me up, to clear the floor

And I don’t know if I know love no more