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.
This poem was written in 2016.
