Your fingers
falling
on the keys of the piano

Clock ticking
my eyes glaring
at your hair moving silently through the air

Dark blue curtains
sway behind you
almost seeming to dance to the music

This love is undying
my dear
we got the aeons on our side

This love isn't crying my dear
it couldn't feel
if it's life would depend on it

Again you point your finger
at the nightly sky
claiming it's the night of the nights

Yet all there is to see is
half of the moon