The back of you,
The blackbirds you byebye to,
The beckoned shuteye look of you.
What feelings whirl in a world you have no vision to
But your fingers flow quickly to
and then softly,
heavily, sadly to.
The stories you tell
Sometimes stories of you,
Someday my Prince will come,
Stella by starlight,
One day I'll too.
(
The True Pianist - Juliet Pang )