It is by words that I convey my desires, my longing,

As the piano is an extension of my heart,

How worn down my piano is when I am without you,

Though oh, how the keys ring and resound when we are together,

You are the fingers on the keys that make me sing,

But without you this heart shall not make a sound,

You are the master pianist of my heart, only you,

Without you I am mute, the heart collects dust,

Ah, how you alone evoke my joy and excitement, my youth,

Let us both keep working on this piano, may it become a beautiful song.