Piano Man

 I married a man who knows how to play the piano, 

and well might I add,

and basically any other instrument he gets his hands on.

Playing the piano is a big part of his life, 

and sadly, it's a part of his life I've rarely seen and hardly know.

Why?

Because I'm a terrible wife, and upon moving into our tiny home, 

I made John store his talent in the closet. 

Honest. There's no room without it being awkward.

Although, maybe if he'd actually written me a song for our wedding like he was planning on,
things would be different...

However, he'll occasionally pull his keyboard out of the closet,
dust it off, 

 and play away.

It makes me wish our house was big enough for a grand.

He'll probably kill me for posting these,
but what are wives for if we can't embarrass our husbands?

Friday night in our house sounded a little like this:

A few days later I told him I wanted him to play me his best piece yet,

this is what he came up with:

Clearly I've married myself an entertainer,

who knew?
Oh, how this man makes me laugh.