*At my piano again sleep unattainable in this deluge of my memories. Silence of the early hours suiting my maudlin mood. I am lost inside old thoughts of you.. Only of you. Memories that cannot sleep call me to share them one more time.
I play piano in the darkened room. Only illuminated by the candlelight of a bright moon. What else can be my companion? I find Chopin again his beautiful Nocturne plays sweetly.
My fingertips softly caressing the keys As they once did your skin. I think he was in my state of heart when he wrote this lovely reprise it is so bittersweet. How else could it touch my soul so?
As my eyes close half in the bliss of sleep. I see us together once again. Not as the lifetime companions But back across the faded years. in the blooming May time of your life.
I feel you next to me like a half forgotten tune that is playing in my head. Years pass that are as countless as the blowing autumn leaves.
It is springtime. You are wearing your lovely blue gown. So beautiful. So much what I needed.
And I walk to you shyly. Noticing your flicker of a smile. The first words you shared with me. Do you like Chopin sir?. I replied I love Chopin My lady.
Then we danced for a lifetime. And I know again that somewhere In a distant place beyond the clouds far beyond my reach. Where night and pain do not exist. Your fingertips are pressed against a faraway window pane. And my music is playing in your heart