Sleep wrapped in my symphonies
And rest your head on my concerto.
Grace my sound with your fingertips
Caress the keys of my heart softly
Gently pull my strings, pianissimo,
As you discover my cadences.

Sleep wrapped in my bed sheets
And lay your head on my pillow.
Trace my soul with your fingertips
Caress my pigments, reach down deep,
Pull me in and warm me from the cold
As I delve into your ardent.