Some notes played by a piano: a low key, than a high one,
An unknown conductor lowers the keynote from the pedestal;
Can you hear it now? Finally, the silence takes the lead
As if the music cuts its strings and says: time to bleed.
A tempestuous sky and a sea of November are flowing through your eyes,
All the poems and songs slow down the rhythm and ease down the rhymes;
I'm teaching the rain about my "Barcarole in F sharp major" addiction.
I kiss you "Good night!" while the piano plays "Stranger than fiction".
