Lionhearts wanted a night off, so I opened a bar
With drinks on the house and a piano, to drown their affliction
Even with a night on the town, they do not come for the liquor
Merely for the throbbing sadness, remolded in art.
For the one wishing renaissance, it played the night on Monteverdi
His fellow with its head down, craved to listening Mozart
Let the keys swamp in the melody notes, said he
And into the starry city, reach those with whole hearts.
As a pianist, I played for the lonely, that resembled the music of Bach
Painted along the unreal violinist, playing along to Beethoven
Like this, through the night, accompanied the compositor staring the clock
Clutched in its chords, unconscious in the music with his wings wide open.
By my rear sat another angel, shooting down teary, rusty daggers
The tune in the air whispered this one’s been broken by a tart
Like so, I played a music to refrain his night from depart
What better subject to amend its bosom, than the romance genius Wagner.
At midnight the bar will close, yet my piece will not just cease
Seraphs need a breather, before breaking to Heaven and missions
My piano and I shall be waiting, to welcome them at opening hour six’
To cleanse them of their oblivion, with our open bar of compositions.