It's a beautiful sight to know,

The keys and how they would glow,

Under the light of the moon,

Not a second too soon,

The moonlight on the piano.

But, the moon being full was the key,

So at the new moon, she would plea

For the sun, since at night

There would be no more light,

And the piano she couldn't see.

But, before she could lose all her hope,

In the dark sky there'd be a white slope,

And the moon was a curve

With light that she observed

On two keys and the piano's oak.

And, when the moon grew she would weep,

And thank the gods under her feet,

For she found without fail,

The full moon would prevail,

And the piano now was complete.

It's a beautiful sight to see,

The piano, it's glowing keys,

And the light of the moon

Shining all through the room,

Yet the brightest thing there is she.