My soul is the piano, her words are the keys.


Together we compose, the best of symphonies.

How my soul replays her words of the day.

Like a composer writing a play.



I hear the music, as she strikes a key.

an orchestra, is what I see.



Two soul that share a common ground.

a friendship they have found.



What is a piano, without the player.

It's like a soul, without a desire.



It sits alone in the dark,

waiting for someone to light a spark.



A hope or a desire,

waiting for someone to inspire.



To play a song of the heart,

a song of two souls that will never depart
I would want to live longer...