Here I am hunched over my piano
Trying to weave melodies for a song.
I feel your hands on my shoulders,
I smell your scent waft through the air,
I see your smile in front of me.
Here I am with my pen and paper
Trying to weave words for a song.
I hear you giggle at my joke,
I feel your kiss on my lips.
I close my eyes, tears fall.
I gently caress the keys of my piano
And play the song
And feel your skin on my fingers
As your voice tickles my soul.
Hear my song for you--
the notes travel through the air.
Hear the words I never got to say--
they grow wings to reach you.
Listen to the rhythm of my heart,
Listen to my plea and come back
So I can again write songs about love
Made up of happy endings.
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