Sometimes when I listen to music and hear the piano, I think of you.
I imagine a different world where I play, and you listen.
The one in your house placed as an afterthought, all form and no function.
I sit there, engrossed by the sounds I weave.
You come home from work to find me there, fingers dancing across keys.
You stand behind me to listen, I unaware of your presence.
My eyes are closed and head swaying to the rhythm I play.
Every song is played from memory, and sounds exactly as it’s supposed to.
It’s an almost angelic moment, sunlight streaming through windows at my back.
On and on I play, while you stand at my side listening.
And you’re captivated too, as the music surrounds and invigorates us.
It’s an aural remedy to the troubles of your day.
Finally it’s all washed away, and we sit there in silence for a while.
Your hands on my shoulders and a kiss on the neck announce your presence.
I turn and smile, our eyes meet with mutual love and respect.
Sometimes when I listen to music and hear the piano, I think of you.
I imagine a different world where we’re together, at that piano.
We sit together, and I write you the most beautiful love song you’ve ever heard.