The blue light’s illuminating ivory skin,
She’s not looking outwards. She’s looking within.
The fingers dancing along the keys.
She’s not an enchantress. She’s a masterpiece.
The symphony is playing around you,
It’s alien, yet, everything you ever wanted and knew.
The emotions are spiking and sync,
She’s perfectly here. You’re fearful to blink.
The worshiping hands are shaking,
Before reaching to touch. They’re waking
The dream that you’ve lost to the heartless time.
You’re hearing her soul. Pulse vibrates: mine, mine, mine.