Piano's Princess
Amazed as the darkened air could
never prevent the music,
that flew freely from her soul.
In night's veil, the piano, being stroked
so gently with tender energy, the notes
of Chopin bursting from strings.
And, her deep and beautiful eyes staring
at nothing, but her whole self moving
in passionate musical rapture.
At that moment I don't know, but i feel
that never have I heard such immortal
sound, her hands far smaller than mine impede nothing.
So fiery on the keyboard but not in life, rather
she sees, and not says her sense. She waits and
mulls so casually over things, so diligently.
Her black, shimering hair gently rolls on top
of her cozy shoulders. She more leaves the otherworld
to a mind, and minds the passion.
Her movement so graces the dance floor, her whole
self penetrates into the musical realm. Arms floating
to rescue a stray hair, move synchronically in rhythm.
What is there else to be? She's piano's princess,
the girl so humble and kind. Beauty and emotion
by all expressions. What else is there to be?
never prevent the music,
that flew freely from her soul.
In night's veil, the piano, being stroked
so gently with tender energy, the notes
of Chopin bursting from strings.
And, her deep and beautiful eyes staring
at nothing, but her whole self moving
in passionate musical rapture.
At that moment I don't know, but i feel
that never have I heard such immortal
sound, her hands far smaller than mine impede nothing.
So fiery on the keyboard but not in life, rather
she sees, and not says her sense. She waits and
mulls so casually over things, so diligently.
Her black, shimering hair gently rolls on top
of her cozy shoulders. She more leaves the otherworld
to a mind, and minds the passion.
Her movement so graces the dance floor, her whole
self penetrates into the musical realm. Arms floating
to rescue a stray hair, move synchronically in rhythm.
What is there else to be? She's piano's princess,
the girl so humble and kind. Beauty and emotion
by all expressions. What else is there to be?