I found a key that fits no door,

It's made of sound and silence,

It's what I play the piano for.

My grandma gave it to me in a dream,

The night she slipped away,

She said: "Music is the bridge, my girl,

It will never go away."

(Verse 2)

She didn't have much money,

But she paid for every class,

She'd sit with me for hours,

Watching my fingers pass.

I'd hit the wrong notes often,

She'd smile and say: "That's fine —

The soul is louder than the score,

Just let your heart be your guide."

(Chorus)

And now I play for her at night,

When the world is quiet and deep,

I press the keys between the worlds,