Imagine, I am sitting at the piano. Imagine, you come to sit beside me-to join me. And while I am playing, out of the corner of my eye, I see the twinkle in yours. The longing in your eyes, because I caress the keys of the piano so softly, and you hope, that I might, one day, do the same to you. But I am no more than a simple musician. So imagine this, I can play the piano, but I could make you sing.