Piano

Between the white and black
The romantic music bore,
Between my fingers
Spilled like delicate butterflies
Each note saturate of passion
Sweets, cleared and quiet.


It’s seductive with the senses
It’s pure math fling to the sky
The piano key share with me
Thousand hidden mysteries
In this empty space around
And only you can feel the same.


Still I have my piano
My good friend every night
His pulses go through my vein
Opening the start above
Lighting the more dark room
Where some time, we live alone.