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