12. Alone at a piano
Hear your voice in every note,
Feel your breath in every phrase,
As my fingers dance on the keys,
It's you I want to amaze.
But you are not here.
See your smile on every stave,
Sense your hands embracing mine,
An unresolved suspension,
Betrays what's on my mind:
You are not here
But then, in the reflection of that ebony grand,
I glimpse a moving figure,
I see your eyes looking back at me,
My music fades to a whisper.
You are here.
I turn to face you and you take my hands,
You place them gently back on the keys,
"Keep playing," You tell me,
"Let me hear more, please."
I take a breath,
"Now you are here, I could play you my soul."