Track 7 of the album Small Hours, Slow Light · 2021
The Piano Through the Wall Went Quiet
by Wren Hallett
“Every evening at six a few notes came through the wall, and then one day they stopped. I still listen for them.”
acoustic · hushed folk · neighbourly folk · 3:27
Lyrics
Every evening at six, a few notes through the wall A tune that stumbled and then would not fall I never knew who played it, I never asked why I just stirred my soup as the notes drifted by Then Thursday came quiet, and Friday was too No scales on the Saturday, no song to get through I stood by the plaster with my hand on the cold Listening for something that wasn't there to hold The piano through the wall went quiet And the whole house is listening to it A stranger I never met is not here And the silence is closer than I thought it was near Oh, play it again, if you can Play it again, I'm still your fan I left a note on the door with a cup of tea Said, I hope you are well, from the girl next to thee Nothing came back but a cat at the door And the sound of the evening, just that, nothing more The piano through the wall went quiet And the whole house is listening to it A stranger I never met is not here And the silence is closer than I thought it was near Oh, play it again, if you can Play it again, I'm still your fan Maybe they moved to a house by the sea Maybe they're resting, and humming for free Maybe the music went where it should And left me the memory, which is good The piano through the wall went quiet But I'm hearing the song in my own heart's quiet A stranger I never met was here And the music they gave me is lingering near Oh, play it again, in my mind Play it again, I'll be kind Six o'clock, and I'll hum it low Through the wall, wherever you go