To piano music I like to devote
I figure each piece out note by note

Sometime's it's loud with sounds all around
And that means my life is forte
But mostly it's quiet
With no noise or any riots
And that means my life is piano

But once in a while, I have to smile
Because there's a burst of excitement
And when that happens
It's like a staccato
And brings a lot of stress
Like a marcatto

Sometimes I stray
And I think about my day
Especially when the day is gray
And then I laugh
And play the notes on the staff
So I can just go my different ways

Usually my tempo is moderato
In the middle between fast and slow
I never go fast, or presto
But maybe a little agitato

I hope my life will go legato
So that I don't need a da capo!