I sat down at the back of the piano and played it
I was tired and nostalgic for a piece of Chopin
I drowned inside Chopin's fluid music
I coordinated with a wave of clouds
Handwritten rates and floating notes
Match the curve of the pendulum
It was night with the palette of the dark corner of the room
I painted the ghostly night on Black canvas
Night Glass is a sad piece of Chopin
I hit the sound waves with a fingertip
Chopin's beautiful piece, rain on my shoulder
And music made me mad
I shot the soldier and headed to the colonel
I was in the middle of Polish dance and the arrival of the Red Army
Chopin's sad song, Smooth river
I got bored of the war, I got bored of the war