He saw a lonely girl.
She saw a lonely world.
It was a canvas.
Slyly careless.
A florestan lieder.
His was a dying breed.
Courage came only from symphonies.
A decorative smile to fade out.
His concerto in "A."
Come on.
A second chance at love.
The moments dead.
Make you feel like it's never staying.
Made love to a baby grand.
A tempest refined inside his hands.
He had one girl.
And one song.
Bona fide win and roulade.
But he had to give it up.
His heart was raw.
But his fingers were numb.
His first words.
Were his last verse.
An aesthete since first sun.
Come on.
A second chance at love.
The moments slept.
Make you feel like it's never staying.
It burned.
The first attempt or two.
But I remembered you.
I need that moment back.
Please don't, don't, don't.
A tremor for death.
Ivories that sliced sedatives in half.
Relief in Rhine.
Washed away regrets.
And let him char before he caressed the ground.
Dear artist you will rise again.
A last arrabesque in faint fashion.
Come on.
A second chance at love.
The moments dead.
Make you feel like it's never staying.
It burned.
The first attempt or two.
But I remembered you.
I need that moment back.
Please don't, don't forget.
He woke.
A final view of blue.
Dear cordias.
Wet rouge.
Relieve romance to graves.
Please, please don't forget.