Madman he once be called,
ambition man, ambitious dream,
the sky is his limit.

Young boy he was,
young man he be called,
naive person he is.

He is the music piece,
settle himself in the middle of the sea,
with his piano, he plays with his sound of dream.

Who will understand him?
His notes only echo in the middle of the sea,
to unknown he reaches, yet he dreamt

Sad and lonely he set in the middle,
crowded by fish,
only hundreds notes of his, friend with him.

Between white and black,
from minor to major,
yet his music dream still little to him.

Funny thing it is,
he never played, did he?