I know it is sighed heart which is learning to grow up. It is on the move with a smile cladded in lyrics of a forgotten tune.
O melancholy piano music, O bittersweet music, O soulful piano music, O aching string music, O low emotional music!
I have seen your gnawing sadness and have felt your sincere creativity. The perpetual ability to notice your credibility is hastening my mind to be more quick.
Please come and don't delay in giving me your transparent hug!