The Church Pianoman

He plays the chords on the piano
And pulls those of my heart;
He drips honey from his fingertips
Directly into my mind

When it wanders during mass
I hear his faint, sweet music
It gently pulls me back to here
Like the line a kite

Seated in between the alter and the pews
You connect us to the mass
You translate the unspoken words
To music the soul can hear