She was sitting in front of her piano,
Trying to play over an over that music she heard somewhere,
She never properly learnt how to play, she just plays what her heart feels listening to the melody.
He likes the way she plays the piano, misunderstood, slow, but with resilience.
He came near the window, it’s a cold night out, he is warmed by his cup of tea in his hand.
Talk to me about love,
Explain it to me,
A glaze is only what is needed for it to be shown,
A word, without a touch.
But a touch of the soul.
He closed his eyes listening, he is feeling.
Soon enough she noticed him,
Having her feelings reaching out to someone else, to him, made her powerful,made her so proud,
She felt the magic of an unseen world.
Her soul is burning,
she wants it again, she want to feel and be felt,
she wants her memories back. 