### **Verse 1** Who built the very first piano, who shaped that giant wooden frame? A box of strings and steel and sorrow, a dream no one could quite explain. He pulled the wires tight and slender, lined them up in rows of sound, and hoped that all those little hammers would make a miracle resound. ### **Pre‑Chorus** What kind of mind would dare to try to tame a storm with keys and tone? To carve out music from a mammoth and turn its tusk to polished bone? ### **Chorus** Who? Who? Who would start all this? Who’d chase a crazy dream like that? A man obsessed with ringing bliss, with thunder living in a wooden flat. Who? Who? Who would go that far? To build a beast of sound and glow? Probably a madman with a spark - the one who made the piano. ### **Verse 2** Imagine hauling all that timber, shaping curves with fire and sweat, then tuning eighty strings in winter till every note was perfect set. He crossed the seas for ivory treasures, returned with tusks of ghostly white, and carved the keys with patient measures to summon music into light. ### **Pre‑Chorus** What kind of heart would fight the odds, and stitch a storm to harmony? Who’d build a box that speaks like gods and lets the soul roam wild and free? ### **Chorus** Who? Who? Who would start all this? Who’d chase a crazy dream like that? A man obsessed with ringing bliss, with thunder living in a wooden flat. Who? Who? Who would go that far? To build a beast of sound and glow? Probably a madman with a spark - the one who made the piano. ### **Bridge** And now we play it, proud and loud, forgetting how insane it seems that someone once, against the crowd, built the cradle of our dreams. ### **Final Chorus (bigger, fuller)** Who? Who? Who would start all this? Who’d chase a crazy dream like that? A man who heard a world amiss and forged a way to answer back. Who? Who? Who would go that far? To build a beast of sound and glow? A brilliant, stubborn, fearless heart - the one who made the piano.
