I see the quiet tones in your eyes,
Let them unveil, speak loud.
The ballads you write have no lies,
Pure and clean, like a cloud.
Soft ringing of the keys,
The piano has a taste to it.
Oh play something, please,
Say what you won't admit.
Maybe you like harsh music,
Something unpoetical.
I will let you lose it,
Anything that's radical.
You're so different, yet fine,
A painter's masterpiece.
Such a newcomer, yet mine,
My garden's showpiece.
So stay gentle like you are,
Hang your gaze at me.
Don't tilt your head too far,
Whisper quietly.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 3:32 PM UTC
I see the quiet tones in your eyes,
Let them unveil, speak loud.
The ballads you write have no lies,
Pure and clean, like a cloud.
Soft ringing of the keys,
The piano has a taste to it.
Oh play something, please,
Say what you won't admit.
Maybe you like harsh music,
Something unpoetical.
I will let you lose it,
Anything that's radical.
You're so different, yet fine,
A painter's masterpiece.
Such a newcomer, yet mine,
My garden's showpiece.
So stay gentle like you are,
Hang your gaze at me.
Don't tilt your head too far,
Whisper quietly.