I see the quiet tones in your eyes,
Let them unveil, speak loud.
The ballads you write have no lies,
Pure and clean, like a cloud.

Soft ringing of the keys,
The piano has a taste to it.
Oh play something, please,
Say what you won't admit.

Maybe you like harsh music,
Something unpoetical.
I will let you lose it,
Anything that's radical.

You're so different, yet fine,
A painter's masterpiece.
Such a newcomer, yet mine,
My garden's showpiece.

So stay gentle like you are,
Hang your gaze at me.
Don't tilt your head too far,
Whisper quietly.