Fingers glide over keys,
The room is covered in smoke,
My eyes are glazed,
Melodies play quietly,
You're sitting like a king,
Everyone can see you,
But you can't see a thing.

First you start fast,
your fingers going so quickly,
then they slow,
just as brilliantly as they speeded,
Before I know what to say,
your eyes are fixed on me.

The way my hearts skipping beats,
it's so foreign to me,
I swore long ago
not to love anything,
but before I know what I'm doing,
I'm drawing closer to you.

My eyes feel wide,
they're so tired,
I can't blink,
I'm scared you wouldn't be there,
You look so brilliant in this room.

Together we're on a wooden bench,
You're speaking so softly,
You're voice like the song you played,
It's soft and touching to the heart,
I don't know where to start,
I start mumbling,
In an absent place of mind,
I whisper,
"There you are",
Or maybe that's what my heart said.

Your eyes are bright blue,
Your sandy brown hair,
It's taking all my effort
not to show you what I'm feeling,
All I hear is your breathing,
The room is hush,
Then a brush of your finger,
A mindless touch,
It sends my heart flying,
Just like I knew it would.

With my heart beating,
and my mind spinning,
I press my fingers to the keys,
You smile at the noise it makes,
Then you took my hand,
between the thudding in my chest,
I hear quietly,
the words brush against your lips,
"There you are",
Or maybe that's what your heart said.