He tickles the ivory,

                          to our hearts delight.

                          It tugs at our soul,

                          and makes our spirit light.

                         You can just feel his soul,

                          Roll from his finger tips.

                           With such beautiful music,

                          That puts a smile on our lips.

                          Thru his special kind of touch,

                           our hearts have come to meet.

                          Just a closer walk with thee,

                          gives you such a big treat.

                          Its just an ole piano,

                          till he sits down to play.

                          If you close your eyes and listen,

                          He rolls your troubles away.

                          He tickles the ivories,

                          as though with the angels band.

                          God bless you dear one,

                          Ole Hank has, The Masters Hand.

                                    By

                                      hoosierheart