She asked,
"Share with me-
Share with me something
so personal
without a single word".

I thought about it.
How could I share
something so personal
of me without
a word
when I'm a poet?

But then,
I saw the most beautiful
piano in the room,
and as I saw it,
my fingers
felt so attracted to the keys.

It played and it played,
not knowing
that with each key
her heart grew warmer
and warmer.

Something so personal
to me became hers,
and from then on
she became what is now
something personal
of I.