THe Musician Of Time

In the city of lights
What do we hear
but the melodies that were sung here last year
In the dead of the night
all who hear
The tinkling of keys that brought us tears
Playing those scores that we hold dear.

The Musician of Time
His fingers flow
Playing does scores
that have been read.

Hark! The melodies that blend the air.
For when day breaks we lose the night
and when the next year comes.
We lose our sight.