Creepily, the piano starts to play
Downstairs – who plays? It can’t be her
She just began to rest! Oo-er!
A ghost or something? Wait though… hey!
It has that sweet, that easy flow,
That exquisite touch… and so
It must be her! You just can’t miss,
(Despite the occasional blip) that caress
Of fortunate keys… the fingers bless…
Music like a dreaming kiss
Come from a long-inspired Rose
Whom my heart knows
Who is my love, my life, makes me complete
On any star, on any shore, on any street.