A few weeks ago in Berlin I spent an afternoon with my friend Henry’s piano. I meant to be practising, but instead I wrote this little ditty for the afternoon.

Oh magnolia call me spring
Call me anything
And if you know the names of things
speak them now before the bell rings

Paper always tastes the same
No matter what words grace the pages

Oh magnolia show your light
Keep it on and keep it bright
’cause it gets cold here still at night
Where pianos come in black and white

Where paper always tastes the same
No matter what words grace the pages

Oh magnolia call me spring
Call me anything