The Piano Man

I have no way to play you or touch you,
You call out to me, but I must ignore you,
A vision in my mind of you and I together,
Your keys electric, my fingers ready,
Gliding so smoothly and steady. 
 
Playing you is my therapy,
Playing you gives me grace, it gives me peace.
I may not be strong or perfect, but,
You accept where my hands go,
And where my fingers play.
 
How do I thank you for the joy you give?
How do I make you pay for the pain your absence causes?
Notes written, not played, words said, not sang
Sitting in a room full of useless keys,
None opening the door to you, The Piano Man.