Please, play the piano till I cry,
Play it, like northern wind blows for autumn.
Like fallen leaf is rising to the sky,
My soul is getting up from the bottom.
My glass of wine I won't even touch,
I will leave it by dying candle.
Don't ask me why I'm thinking too much:
Any questions right now I can't handle.
Please, just play. Let me feel what I'm feeling,
Because feelings, I know, never lie.
If my life is just one evening,
Please, this evening, play the piano till I cry.
October 10, 2010