Broken Keys

I played a song on a piano with broken Keys. Each note a crack, but it sang with ease. The melody faltered, yet found its way. Like a heart that's shattered but won't betray. So I kept on playing, Let the discord blend. Whispered, "Even broken can be a trend." Broken keys, You're a melody true. Telling me stories I've outgrown but still do. Broken keys, you're a tender refrain. In your flaws, I find my own gain. I touch the ivory, worn and thin. Each chip a chapter I'm learning to spin. Now the room fills with a sound so rare. A symphony born from what's left to repair. Imperfection's not a beat, It's where art begins. In the cracks, the soul sings its own Hymns. Broken keys, You're a melody true. Telling me stories I've outgrown but still do. Broken keys, you're a tender refrain. In your flaws, I Find my own gain. Broken Keys. Oh, oh. Broken keys.