In the darkest hours of the night I sit at the piano. sleep is now for another time. Inside of me I am lonely in way that no closeness can mend.
I play chopin's nocturne. Just like I used to play it for you. before I lost you. Touching the keys as softly as you once touched my skin.
Through the open window My nocturne joins the noises of the woodlands. The milk toast pools of moonlight gather in our pathway.
The melody is sweet now And pouring melancholy Into my veins.
All I can feel is you. I know that in that illuminated World that knows no pain or sadness You have your hand pressed against a window, And my music is playing in your heart