It looks around carefully like a hare in the woods
My hands can hit the right keys on the paper
He’s writing my destiny with the Piano of his soul
It rains Pianos on my windowsill
The curtain of Roses flutters on my windowsill
I stand inside my sheer white dress and brown shoes on my windowsill
Right behind me he plays the soul of his Piano
And he makes it run through my heart
He’s running down the hill finally just to stop
He’s touching the memories of my cheeks so cold
He explains to me the soul of his Piano
He touches my skin with the light of his Piano
He does this to me…
He does this to me every night of these days
They colour all my pages black... his relentless Pianos
He goes up the spirals and beckons me to follow his trails
He makes me wait just long enough
He takes his bow...
and then once again...
he begins
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