He waited for the bride The bride in her holy divinity of love The groom with his trembling heart And the pianist with her shaking hands
Groom, blue eyed Pianist, hazel eyed Bride, grey eyed Oh, how did the oceans and the soils of the earth met
The man said his vow to the bride with no divinity For he loved truly a different lady For his mademoiselle was the pianist The pianist in her red dress
He truly loved the pianist That he gave the best part of the church hers only That the arts of the church's saints Reflected on her skin as she played
But it was not right he knew Oh, how torn and tortured he was Fate and Destiny may will hinder their love But the heart is and will always be true
inspired by a friend's story. "The Pianist" by J.S