“An Urquhart melody”

I broke into that house on the cliff,
overlooking the sea.
In a corner of a grey room,
stood sad and shaky
a broken solo grand piano!
The dye was chipped
and some keys were flawed.
I sat on the stool and waited.
Listening to the wind
singing, through the open windows.
I played one chord, and another
some majors, yet
minors sounded just like
those ones I hear,
when I lay down
my head on your heart.
I composed a song, before I left
that pretty house on the cliff
about to fall into the sea.
A song I called,by your name.
The only part I do remember
is probably the bluesy melody.