To Chopin (PF)

[platonic_x]

I cannot find you Chopin, and I know.
But I decide to take a drive
down some dark winding road
in the middle of the night
and I don't know where I'll go.

Wild crazy ride to no real place
My hands are loose upon the wheel
My eyes are ablazen,
My feet are on fire,
I glare at the moon's leering face!

Crashing through the night air,
Avoiding the lumbering cows
The screaming trees,
The ghastly wind.
Oh! Who but me would ever dare?

I can never know you Chopin, and I know.
But I decide to take a drive
down some dark winding road
in the heat of the summer night
And I don't know where I'll go.

My skin is prickling at some sound!
My fiery ears perk to attention
That crying softness--
That plaintive romance,
Floating through the air like down.

Up ahead squats a fairy pavilion;
There's a man dressed in tuxedo
sitting at a jet black piano
trailing his hands down keys,
washing me over with illusion.

I will not know you, stranger, I know.
but I will lure your moonlit hands
away from your magic music
and we will dance and dance,
and dance in some slow slow tango.

I will not know you, stranger, I know.
but I will accept from your lips
that red, red rose
fainting in summer heat,
and we'll dance this slow slow tango.

I will soon say goodbye, stranger, I know.
but I will lure your liquid hands
away from your magic music
and we will twirl and twirl
and twirl to that magical tango.