His words pacify my thoughts
Painting my busy mind an angelic shade of white
Upon me, he cast his spell
Gave me wings, a halo and set me to flight.

He walked up to his Piano with a smile
Within a minute, I could feel chills down my spine
The way he threw his head back
The way his fingers explored those white keys so fine

Lost in a trance, tears run down my eyes
My wish has come true because of him
Instead of crying because I am weak or meek
My tears I have devoted to music, my loyal mate.

How humble, how naive, how passionate
Despite the surrounding drama and his oscar fame
Words, he doesn't use them much
And to his enigmatic freshwater ocean of Music,
I am a happy slave.