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