Thoughts like the thunder
From under the wonder
Enter the ear
Then words disappear Eight thousand vibrations
Like holy creations
Set themselves free
Pianosophy Wound around the sound
The things the strings will sing And keys that please with ease
Pianosophy Hands and their fingers
Land and then linger
Hovering there
On ivory stairs Wound around the sound
The things the strings will sing And keys that please with ease
Pianosophy Eight thousand vibrations
Like holy creations
Set themselves free
Pianosophy