Dear Mrs. Moss, I
and your name is right up there on my hit parade
With my music books in hand,
And I always looked so sad I
much that week but somehow you
Then I
Like a bird inside a cage
I
And my family
And you come back from the kitchen
Smelling of coffee and cigarettes
And say
Your husband, Mr. Moss, hanging on the wall,
you told me about him in a voice so adoringly
you sounded just like Lauren Becol.
Cancer took his life,
and left you in the dark,
In a small town in South Ontario
with your students and your piano and this void in your heart.
Well I know what it feels like
To be totally in love,
It
And you
All over your piano
When you made me play that
Romance be Sebalias.
Musical Interlude
Dear Mrs Moss, I bought a little house,
And a little black piano it sits in the front room
in the corner by the window facing south,
And I play it every day,
Just because it
Oh even on a night like this when it seems like,
What
nobody cares?
Everything is different now, music isn
It
And I
And I feel you standing
behind me saying,
